The Night Rider

He rides into the night sky
for fear of blazing lights
With wings, he dare not
Spread on ground
Ah for the dishonor of prying eyes
He takes flight among the stars
He streaks across the midnight black
A whiff of future in his rustling cloaks
Who know not ecstasy of motion
can do naught but look on
from their confines of stillness
So they seek out footsteps of his in vain
to deny him his existence
and ease their pain
While he forgives and
forgets and moves on
The night draws open curtains
to the coming dawn
and with the departing darkness
The night rider travels, only to
once again endure that by day
Which he heals by night.