A Number

One, Two, Three, Four

A prize, a pair, a crowd, a score

You are only a number

And I am only a dream

But we can build bridges

And traverse their beams

Five, Six, Seven, Eight

A class, a horde, a very full plate

Hurried feet in your slumber

The only place you are free

Trudging over ridges

Coming back to me

Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve

Quiet, chaos, returning to self

Eyes deep pools of umber

Cradle both giggles and screams

You are only a number

And I am only a dream