Light-years

A day is a million miles,

A leap, a dash, a dream.

Weeks are hopes inspired,

Wishes and promises made

Unseen.

One month leads to two,

then seven and eight.

Light still shines on the morrow,

Glinting off doubt's sharp blade.

Though just as close as yesterday,

Years and years away.

We aspire to borrow time,

to reach the next star over.