On a fine dark night, two souls meet.
On listens, the other speaks.
On full of joys, the other melancholy.
The two will never share a common place.
the oxygen for one is the others' arsenic.
Light years, even parsecs separate them.
A magic medium is the ether. carrying messages
across vast distances, in the blink of an eye,.
The dark, occluding dust clouds have cleared, but
only for this hour.
Opening a window in time to make a contact.