It's a magic number
Never lonely,
A history in the past
Always again, again,
And once more again

It surfaces repeatedly
Always in the pattern
It's a singular certainty
But by threes
Happenstance, maybe
Coincidence, ok
Maybes

But it's been for years
Three weeks, months, years
Like guard in hell
Too easy to blame the number
Doesn't let you out

But take the number
It's in your palm
That's the trick
If you know the pattern
Use the pattern

Look at the number
First is always honey
Moon's easily reprieve
Second is the morning after
Dawn's soonest drift
Third the learning
Of souls, reflections bold

Always in phase
From one to another
Memories dredge up
To say, no, don't let this be
Whisper, destroyed, wasted soul

Maybe it says
You don't have the right
Not to happiness or delight
Cursed to break
Not Midas Touch

But this is not what I see
To me, you are the purest soul
Childish in joke, quick to laugh
Passion unbridled, sharp of tongue
Brightly alight, witty and alive
Full of fight, free flying sight
Clean and shining, white

If only I could give you
The sight of you
How I see you
Beautiful, awesome
Might