Night Rider

A horseman pauses on the mesa’s rim Like a shadow against the crimson skies. Across a gloaming valley, he espies A lone light where the purple sage grows dim. The land is lovely, obscure, and serene, As the stars wink on and begin to gleam. The rider sighs as his horse heaves its chest. They must move along on their lonely quest. Turning his horse slowly, he rides out straight, For they must make haste as the hour is late. They gallop away in the chill night air, Hoof beats fast fading like dusk’s failing fire. Down the dimming trail they ride on amain, Between what lies ahead and what remains, For there are miles to go into the night And there are miles to go to reach the light.