we are
the air that glitters
with forgotten moments,
the glances and whispers,
the smell of your mother’s perfume,
the first poem you ever fell in love with.

we are
bathed in the light of
a thousand shivering lifetimes,
that simmer and scream,
shimmer bright and twinkling.

we are
the shoelaces and bottle caps,
the sea-slick pebbles,
the iridescent moth wings of memory.

we are
the music-makers,
the movers,
the shakers.

we are the dreamers.