A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear -- Long had paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die. Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream -- Lingering in the golden gleam -- Life, what is it but a dream? This is the last part of the Through the Looking Glass of Lewis Carroll also if this Alice not is like the original i think that there is an Alice in everyone of us. ready for live the more beauty dream that our fantasy give us.... smack ciao Orietta Postwork PS7 and Photoimpact thing of DAZ3D, RDNA,RO and PP This is an image for who live in the dream and belive that the dreams can be true... this is for you ( you know ciao )