The Deep Dream She walks along the path through the mists of time She's been here before been here before.... but she's never going back through the swirling memories other worlds and ther lives the transformation waits she rises her feet drift one before the other past the gossamer curtains and the wind that calls her name into the netherworlds out in her dressing gown he walks the sandstone ridge     Sleepwalker the shadowed cliffs the gales pull her spirit the transformation is before her she spreads her arms and takes wing soaring soaring she wakes to see the ocean below her rising to meet her. (c) 1995 page created by Shindy