"The clock ticks backward, doesn't it," she mused, "when you forget to listen to the rain."
"If we dig deep enough, perhaps we can find the stars in the sand," he whispered, eyes half-closed.
"Do fish dream of swimming upstream, or is that just a river's wishful thinking?" she pondered aloud, staring into the void.
"Sometimes I think the moon talks to me," he confessed, "but only when the world's asleep."