married life

Of all the dreams that drift through time
how is it that , by some chance,
Yours would stumble into mine?
Quite strange the jumbled pieces
did not a nightmare make,
but instead settled into a
comfortable give and take of thoughts.
Once divergent futures have become entwined.
Now most of the differences between what was yours,
and what was mine have all sublimed.
We dream together, hand in hand.