A love poem (or descriptive narrative) from the pilot episode of a series I watched many years ago.  It is both strange and yet a wonderful piece

Space above and Beyond

“Five billion years from now, maybe to the day,
the sun burns ninety percent of its hydrogen. A balance is destroyed.
More energy is created than released. Quickly, in a few million years,
the sun radiates all of its potential power. The star swells. Mercury, Venus,
the Earth… disappear. Swallowed. The sun truly, finally, touches the
sky. Life vanishes eons ago.

“Eventually, the sun shrinks, decreasing to the size of the Earth,
which reappears from the Red Dwarf’s grasp. With no gravity to hold
it, the Earth slowly floats away.

“Elsewhere, stars are born. Other star systems – older, larger -
continue to breathe. The solar system dies of crib death. If that’s
what it takes, then okay. If I must wait that long, then all right.
Because when I think of this, nothing is more desirable than the
hope of watching that last day when the sun flickers out, with you
beside me. We’ll sit alone on a dark chunk of ice at the top of the
world, and the stars above, beyond and between us will never shine
brighter as we drift away into space.”