Brahe

A friend mentioned that I seem to only write dark things.  I thought I'd prove him wrong (lightheartedly), but there wasn't anything I could find without some ounce of bleak imagery.  I think the following may be the closest thing, and it's about the end of the world.  Yikes, and I'm just now getting myself squared away?

Brahe

Silvered Nose traverse

The Milky Way spine,

Astronomical intimacy,

Purity of two bodies

In one motion,
Orbits transfixed

around a dying star.

Heat blast and dust.

Comets and her hair—
The ice trails shimmer

Black and the shine,

The light, the
Million-year-old-wink

From an exploding
Star, a tiny blue

And green planet

Robbed of light

in an 8-minute instant.

They moved together

With the fleetness

Of weightless desire,

Bodies set on
Course for collision,

A terrible orange

and white spark set

The daylight sky

to the darkness

of night and

the cold, the infinite

cold of no more

Sun—

They did not stop,

They did not notice,

Their bodies, the friction

And life-giving heat,

Her radiance, his light,

His silver nose running

Down her milky spine,

Her glimpse into the

edges of time.