Friday, July 4, 2008

Being Floats

At dawn we find Her, floating Her Being gently along the stream of Time.

She is Becoming Every Dream she ever Dreamed.

As She Becomes She Awakens To Dreams She never Dreamed She had been Dreaming.

On She floats, into the sunset of Dreams She has yet to Dream of Dreaming.

We lose sight of Her, and we wonder. We rest, and we Dream of Her.

And at dawn, we find her...


from Alice, the Canine Messiah


Dawn Shepherd said...

So creative and inspiring.

DreamTime said...

Lovely poem..I feel myself drifting down a river in a row boat on a hot lazy afternoon...Kudos to Alice!