That One Number

That One Number

In the quiet of the night, beneath the silver moon,

There lies a hope, a dream, a whisper in the tune.

It's not a face, nor a voice, but a feeling so profound,

It's that one number in the cosmos, where my heart is bound.

It’s the count of stars aligned, twinkling in the dark,

The sum of all the laughter shared, igniting every spark.

Or perhaps it's the first, unyielding, proud and strong,

The start of every journey, where I feel that I belong.

It's the age of innocence when the world seemed wide and free,

A fleeting moment captured, just my thoughts and dreams and me.

It's the rhythm of my heartbeat when I lose myself in song,

A symphony of memories that echo all night long.

In math, it’s a straight equation, a simple truth laid bare,

Yet in life, it twists and turns, and dances in the air.

It’s the number of a promise, sealed in soft embrace,

A code that speaks of secrets shared, of love’s unending grace.

Years may pile upon each other, like petals on the ground,

But that one number holds me steady, when the storms of life surround.

It’s the anchor in the chaos, the compass in the haze,

A lighthouse shining brightly through the fog of all my days.

So here’s to that one number, whatever it may be,

The symbol of connection, the essence of the free.

A numeral of meaning, that whispers soft and true,

A quiet echo in the heart, forever calling you.