In the quiet whispers of the night,
Numbers dance in sacred light,
They weave through dreams, through waking hours,
Hidden truths, their subtle powers.
Each digit sings a soft, sweet song,
In rhythm where I belong,
A Life Path carved in ancient stone,
A map to places yet unknown.
One, the spark of all that’s new,
The courage to be bold, be true,
Two, the bridge from me to you,
The harmony that pulls us through.
Three, a triangle of thought and soul,
A circle where my spirit’s whole,
Four, the ground beneath my feet,
In sturdy lines, my world complete.
Five, the wind that calls for change,
A freedom vast, a life arranged,
Six, the heart that beats with care,
In love’s embrace, I find my share.
Seven, the seeker, wisdom’s friend,
In solitude, where truths transcend,
Eight, the power to rise, to lead,
To plant the seeds of every deed.
Nine, the end, yet all begun,
The light within, the greater one,
In every turn, in every glance,
Numbers guide my soul’s own dance.
They speak to me in every day,
In choices made, in words I say,
A silent bond, a secret key,
Numerology and me.