We're Dreamers ~by Franklin Waters

 

Two wild, natural souls:

both infinitely variable and complex,

consistent only in their inconsistency,

their conflicting ideas both so violently geared against one another

that they exhaust themselves in fury,

and lay down beside each other to rest among the fools;

both so unpredictable and heedless,

lost crawling in the infinite corners of the universe,

searching for something to cling to,

endlessly seeking some kind of regularity,

some break from the chaotic scattered glimpses of pain and pleasure

that Existence consists of,

that they don't notice at first

what kind of treasure they've stumbled upon

when they finally find each other.

First, they go in with their usual approach:

defensive, cynical, separated.

But they begin to realize

something strangely familiar about each other--

the anger, the instincts, the wording

of sentences;

they each begin to see the other almost as a mirror,

a pathway back to the self.


You and I have so many things in common.

We're both dreamers one moment,

and fascists the next;

our hearts both beat with mixed signals of love and hate.

Sometimes it's hard to tell whether we're polar opposites

or whether we're identical,

clones.

One thing is for certain, though:

it is impossible to deny

the very peculiar bond which has formed

between our souls;

it is impossible to regard as nonexistent

the universal synergy of our two hearts coexisting,

beating simultaneously.

It seems like nothing between us lasts:

kisses,

arguments,

threats,

compliments,

emotions...

but one thing does last,

and that is our common ground.

It is vaguely eternal,

never ceasing. No matter how weathered I become

from the bearing down of life upon me,

I will never forget or ignore

the incredible connection

between you and I.

There is something complete about us.


Love is all about accepting insanity.

Marriage is like a science experiment;

we meet someone, choose them for our experiment,

and then carefully monitor and observe their behavior,

and become used to their many quirks and oddities,

even the things about them that we perceive as negative and undesirable,

and learn to cope with them.

Marriage is all about coming to love even the ugly parts about someone.

It's kind of like when you really like a song,

you feel compelled to sing along with your favorite parts

and the parts you don't like so well.

So I'll sing you long and full,

as one of my favorite old-time melodies;

and if I'm ever to forget the words,

then I'll be damned.