Threads of a Dream

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Charlotte, thank you.

I'm gonna go find a hole to dwell in
deep in the mountains where the Indians used to live
dig a cave into my subconscious
learn to be less secretive

In the morning then I'll build a city
a gleaming treasure from my dreams
tall and proud and twice as loud
but never what it seems

And it can turn into a chandelier
hanging by a thread
where all the people shout at once
because they're all alive not dead

And then the amusement park arrives
with the wooden horses on the carousel
who remain frozen in their expressions
somewhere in heaven or on their way to hell

Thanks so much for reading, Samuel.

The cadence and the content work together like a dance. *

I like Emily's take on it. And I like the the sense of seclusion in nature. *

To come home after a long day at work and find Emily and Mathew really makes it worthwhile.

Fine piece. Especially like the stanza:
"But hell I'll ride them really really hard
into the long long story of life
where everything has its exceptions
where I can be bad as long as I'm nice"

** all of it, but especially:

In the morning then I'll build a city
a gleaming treasure from my dreams
tall and proud and twice as loud
but never what it seems

And it can turn into a chandelier
hanging by a thread
where all the people shout at once
because they're all alive not dead

Thanks so much Ed and Nonnie.
This helps so much!