Different Worlds

You and I, we come from different worlds
One of dark blacks and blinding whites,
With flashes of unexpected reds and blues
The other doused in bright color,
And shades of grey lurking
Just out of sight

You and I, we've seen the world
You, through your sheared glass
And me, through my tainted kaleidoscope

You and I, we've felt the darkness
And seen the light
You, through a crack in the black door
And me, through my cracked grey window

You and I, we've tried to see
You, through my grey kaleidoscope and blinding color
And me, through your choppy waves and the reds and blues
Catching glimpses,
Reaching for the lightening

You and I, we've stood together
Linked many,
But seldom one
You and I, we've pulled the guns
And planted flowers
You and I, we've come close
As close as repelling ends of a magnet
Can be

You and I, we've gone the distance
Without really traversing the roads
In between
You and I, we've been far apart
With the only separation being
Some inches, often traveled

You and I, we've been strengthened and battered
You, on top of your choppy waves
And me, in the brightest gleam of my eye

You and I, we've been drowned and brought to life
You, with passion of a heart
And heat of a desert

Me, with a weakness for the unknown
And the silver lining of a possibility

You and I, we've been snatched apart
And brought together
You and I, we've been inseparable
And unbearable

You and I, we've been the beginning
Rowed the middle
Lived the end
And found ourselves
In graveyards and gardens
Of possibilities and probabilities

Because you and I,
We come from different worlds
One of dark blacks and blinding whites,
Tinted with a fluctuating grey
And the other doused in bright color,
With the blacks and the whites
Lurking just out of sight.