the sacred numerology that gives my heart peace
are the numbers I am counting off
of the days I will see you again
something in me is reaching
over time and space
to you just to feel you again
because you are my happy place

the constellations must move again
the stars must predict
a time and place we will meet once more
to be with each other again
there are only wistful words in my heart
while I am away from you
I look up into the night sky
and wish my fantasies true

the moon is just a smokey crystal ball
with hints of what to come
a day will come, of just me and you
even if it will be on a planet under a distant sun

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson