what dreams are really made of

what are dreams made of?
they are made of the throbbing veins in your wrist
the shudder in your voice when you tell the truth to someone who wishes you were lying
the moment your heart skips a beat in the symphony you call magic
dreams exist there
between hovering bed sheets with night lights making shadows on embossed walls
where nightmares are not welcome
this is where dreams are manufactured
hand made and threaded by the finest silk
spoken in languages handed down by God himself where rhythms roll off the tongue in place of syllables
your eyelashes flapping like the wings of butterflies whispering to your pupils that they're going to witness a transformation
dreams are made out of the sound from a little girl's laughter and a little boy's sobs
made out of the sound of rushing water against the arms of a woman learning to stay afloat in rising waters
out of the sound a man makes when he sees the woman he loves waiting at the end of the altar for him
the sweet exhale of forever...
that's what dreams are made of
they are made out of the wax candles that warm an entire room
out of the smell of a woman's hair and the perfume of her delicate wrist
dreams are made of moving parts that reflect history, that are impressions of greatness and monuments of potential
dreams are made out of a beauty that hasn't been defined in the languages we've acknowledged so far
i tell you
dreams are a funny thing
because the only time i've been dreaming is when i've been wide awake
walking down city streets with my shoes clicking like the pulse of my stride
smiling at strangers who don't feel like strangers anymore once they brush their fingertips against my collarbone or place their palm in the small of my back
dreams are made of moments that transform reality to the point that we realize it can be changed
dreams are waiting on the wings we need to fly
so do your dreams a favor and soar.