Circa

You & I

Are headed toward the sun

Circa 2085

In our tiny little space ship

We are to either douse the sun

Or reignite it,

Unsure which, we inch closer

Light minutes, light seconds, centi, milli, nano

Our golden spacesuits

Shine and daze each other blind

We float in space, infinite darkness, shapeless

And become fragile spirits,

We time travel

Go rogue, off track

Zip zap by neighbor planets

Asteroids, and such, 

In the front room,

We sometimes sit and stare ahead

It's day 24*7

Get blister eyes, yet never tire

The saffron sun, in your eyes, our collective muse

Intoxicates,

Time expands

We lose our minds

Is it a black hole?

Or just love.

Only.