When you find that one wavelength that can produce resonance, your infinite wandering comes to an end. It had almost happened to him. They'd loved to change their worlds but their dark minds didn't know what to do. So, they could only leave it up to a fiction...
It was a tinkle and he turned his head;
There was no rolling coin, no clashing bangles-
There was only vacuum, no wind to tease his chime;
Yet there was a tinkle from not so faraway land-
There could be theories and no slightest doubt;
Ears could betray but this wave had hit his mind-
Of course, he knew his mind was very very dark...
He saw a blue alien through his glass door
Gazing at him with no wonder-
It was a 'she' and she had breasts
Plumpier than ladies he knew,
Perhaps to encase her mercury heart;
And of course, her mind too was very very dark...
Love stories touch our heart sad ones move our soul-
This one had no genre, what good two aliens could do?
They sketched, they sang, till sun went down and
He saw her spaceship in the illusive twilight sky-
Like a mad buffalo he ran and broke the glass
To find none and laugh his lungs out one last time;
Even words can't give a fate to a story so goddamn dark!
May be, they could leave it up to a change... but they chose the easy way. Sometimes the price is too high and other times you're just a miser.