Almost three years ago, I wrote a piece called “Perspective at Dawn” and read it at my best friend’s wedding. Two weeks ago, he returned the favor with this beauty…
by Keith Nelson
Let’s face it, we all want the dream.
We meet someone new and suddenly the earth splits open, the sun blinds us and those crazy aches start ripping through our insides. Everyone from Rumi to Shakespeare, to Marvin Gaye has tried to capture that single, elusive moment.
Because we all want the dream.
Someone to love us when we are completely undone. Someone who has heard all of our jokes, seen our shadows, knows the true us in the heart of our bones—has witnessed both the suns and the moons of our soul…and still chooses to lie next to us in the quiet of morning, holding on tight, limb to limb, staring into our eyes. Knowing. Believing. Forgiving. Not afraid to let go, just not wanting to because they are not afraid to be loyal for love.
We all want the dream.
A true soulmate, our missing half, to marry our best friend: we often laugh at these trite turns of phrase. But the truth is, that we all deeply hunt for it, ache for it, read/write/watch the poetry/lyrics/movies that define it. We even dance in syllables that speak for our tongues—music is a language that was created by and lives for it—the joys and sorrows that only the dream can bring.
Sean and Mindie, when you two met I know there was this huge sonic boom in the universe as two beautiful spirits collided in a wild, electric, frantic, fateful explosion—I wouldn’t be surprised if the energy released gave birth to a new star.
And in that meeting, that moment, you found what so many people are searching for. You found the dream. Your dream. And all of us in this room are here to witness it, support it, pray for it, and believe in it with a tireless effort.
In the words of Walt Whitman: look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, and immortality, you plant so lovingly now.