Riders

The moon shone on the arid desert
The wind caressed it, the dry leaves fluttering
the stars like Christmas lights
The cactus bushes stood ignorant and
across the canyon rode the rider.

Relentless and unforgiven
Hollow and void
his sights set deep in to the night
he passed the cactus bush
The very same one he passed
he never knew how many times
he had stopped counting after the first few

Tired but still resolute
he looked toward the horizon
the one thing that still eluded him