The ones that happen when you see the day die.
See the afternoon sun slowly sinking on the horizon.
The ones that happen when a good book ends.
And you imagine yourself as one of the characters.
The ones that happen.
Because we all have lonely moments.
We all have sad days.
And then we dream our twilight dreams.
Dreams of far off places.
Unheard of situations.
The wind in your hair, galopping on a horse.
The autumn colours of a Midwest road.
The beat of a Harley under your seat.
The love of The One.
How it will shelter and protect you.
How you can escape to it when life is too hard to bear.
We all have them…
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