Two Spirits

Two spirits met for lunch
They longed to touch, and talked about nothing else:
Would it be like touching flesh, they whispered
I heard that every action
Has an equal and opposite reaction?
Or two mists, frowned the other
Moving silently by?
Or two colours, to make a third?
O, when shall we touch! cried the ocean
Only at eternity! wept the sky
But are we not a reflection of each other?
No, said the other, not at all
This cursed horizon lies between us.