January 3, 2014


We're moving together, 
through space and time,
your orbit forever
crossing mine,
our galaxy closing fast
on its neighbor
next door,
destined to collide,
in a billion years,
or more.

But I guess 
we'll never know,
for sure, 
so lost tonight
in each other's arms,
still within sight 
of our own 
burning star;
just another
point of light,
seen both here
and from afar.