building dreams

"... and i recall, in spring,
the perfume that the air would bring
to the indolent town ...

... and i am nothing of a builder,
but here i dreamt i was an architect ...

... and we are vagabonds,
we travel without seat-belts on:
we live this close to death ..."

one of my favourite songs by the decemberists:
'here i dreamt i was an architect'
from castaways & cutouts