To a new friend

You have but come
      into my ken;
      but we mesh, we mesh.

From the essence
      of the cosmos
      we communicate
      we are.

We touch new chords,
      bright chords
      never known
      --yet older than time.

A meeting
      not of flesh
      but of soul,
      of love.

Alone we stand,
      inviolate.
      Slim tendrils wavering, reach out
      we ignore them
      until
      they touch another.

We were two,
      we are one;
      we will be two again
      but never the same.

We travel alone among many
      and then
      an infinite spark
      Oh joy!
      Oh love!
      We mesh, we mesh.