Your eyes are clear like heaven
And holding their own leaven,
They raise me to the cloud crests
Where dreams were laid, self-confessed
They call my number, seven.
A lucky heart, it wonders
Just how, of all the numbers,
The time, the place, the instance
Across this span of distance
And not be cast asunder
By waves of chance, bereaving
Yet your eyes, full, believing
That together we could dance,
That we could take our chance
At being an 'us'; Achieving.
