A Pome a Day for a Year

What is preferable?

Parallel lines that never quite meet
but spend an eternity side by side,
stealing glances and throwing waves
as unified travellers towards the horizon?

Or diagonal lines
that explode upon each others existence
just once
before careening onwards into infinity
to never again partake in eachs others worlds.

Can you marry both?
A slam of points, knocking the trajectory
from opposite to alignment.
Joined with purpose, elevating and pushing
and lifting each other
from land to vertical,
upwards into the sky
where the moon is a shining goal
and their dreams are stars.