these.

smiles, tears
and our wildest fears,
dreams are made of these.

sweat and blood
all soaked in mud,
dreams are made of these.

butterflies
and a few sweet lies,
dreams are made of these.

wandering streets
and silly heart beats,
dreams are made of these.

I’d like to think I would have done a few things differently. For instance, I would have said, “let there be lightning,” before I would have said, “let there be light.”