I’d dare to chance a thousand starlit nights
and those distanced between, any chance at all.
That a kindred soul like yours were real.
To hold close and be treasured as I do the sky and all its wonder.
Chart through and through any hardship, its destination assured to be real.
As real as the heavens adorned above us and the prospect of light they bring.
That a single ray would risk traveling so far; unsure of its destination.
That it could be lost or never seen.
How could I dare risk less if it meant the smallest chance of seeing you.
Photo by Wendy Wei