You walk in the starlight while the moon whispers your name and sweet nothings of the past and the falling rain While you walk through streams of lamplight, dim on the road so often travelled trying to find the answer to unspoken questions of love, hope, and fear What if? And the wind repeats your thoughts as if you wrote them on a page lost in the flickers of raindrops in the river and the sweet smell of longing fills the air And the wind whispers another song of another life far from this And so the twinkling stars begin to fade in modesty and the wind's song disappears and the illumination of the moon is slowly replaced by the incandescence of the rising sun So you keep walking, the rain falling through your fingertips as tomorrow becomes today and begs What if?