Nightly Rider

Across the sanded desert, he rode
On his midnight stallion
The silhouette of a man hungry for his love
Etched into the smoothed, pale moon
No shadow from a hat or mask can hide
The anticipation in his eyes

And they say he's been searching for
This fine woman for whom he yearns
There are rumors of a stunning beauty
With hair of fire and each eye burns

His hope has not been faltered. He's wandered
Across the flat prairie lands,
Hiked over mountains encased in snow
(He saw his reflection in an avalanche)
He's done swordfights with bandits,
Been held at gunpoint by robbers;
He has looked his ultimate fate in the eye
And challenged its threatening gleam

He let her go once, a long time ago
And he won't let it happen again
Together, forever once more
His search won't end until then

The steady rhythm of the stallion hooves
Is the only thing keeping the nightly rider sane
And a constant trail of desert-dust, billowing
Behind and shrouding the moon
Throughout his constant struggle, his eyes
Have many a time drifted
To the sky littered with rhinestones
And his lips formed the words:

"I am coming, love-
Wait for me;
It shan't be long now!"