Every once in a while, he rides towards the sun. He rides to make sure that there are no missing sun rays left on the grass and no star switched off for the night. He checks that the clouds are tucked in tight and sings a lullaby for the earth to sleep.
He rides to smooth heartbreaks and delivers dreams of a better tomorrow. He slides them ever so gently under their pillows and plants two gentle kisses on their eyes while they sleep, the taste of their tears forever salty lingers on his lips as he caresses their souls into peace. He rides until the hooves of his horse become one with the wind. The view of man and horse turns slowly into a silhouette yearned to be seen yet unlikely to be caught.
And as the horse neighs towards the fireflies, he lassos the moon into heaven and blesses the coming day.