Our Cosmic Collision

photo by Anh Nguyen

It is. Infinite. Dynamic.
On a spaceship to forever.
Imagining the unimaginative.
The saga is endless. We.
Authors of time,
creators of destiny.
Let's take a ride. 

Final destination: eternity.

Do the stars really align,
or are we just frightened
by the nebulous notion
that we are truly powerful?
Fearlessness.

But, fear. Fear,
whose authority is testament
to the underestimation
of our greatest abilities.

The irony.
Harnessing drive,
polishing resilience.
But ruining potential’s beauty
with useless shrouds
of deep doubt.

For of what use is
my tormented mind,
when even it battles with itself?
I'm running on fumes,
but I know we'll be there soon. 

Next stop: our world. 

Here.
It's a galactic love affair.
We make the rules and
etch them in the stars.
Make a wish. 

Close your eyes,
hold my hand.
Let's float among
His stellar creations.
Nothing compares
to the gravity of my heart and
the flames within my soul.

You say there's no fun in forever,
I say only this kind of love
can make time stop.