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