And If At Night
And if at night the stars do come
shy in cautious dim
I quickly count them - the night is short
they give me time
if they have such a thing!
But, not the nights I need
The sun makes them shyer still
- brethren so science say
So why turn thy face away
The stars come silent
not in rows for addition ease
nor stay for common courtesy
then go before the sum
The skeptic pontiffs - they don’t know!
Thought they think they supremely skilled
could not conclude the count
because they are mortal still
The tinsel in the sky departs
The fever feigns away
Adoration in ancient glory goes
like some fainting holiday
The figures do confound
I wondered why I care
Those eyes - those static eyes!
When at supreme surprise they caught mine!
Shy my eyes were
What right do I comparing eyes of sky and yours?
A right that I should care is my defence
To count yours is easy day
Two compared to infinity you know!
But easier to add the stars in heaven
Rejection a deadly blow!
So, why on porch in cozy comfort I wave the sun away?
Lazy- lone and reminiscing of the eyes I saw that day
Quieter than tip toe
and if I ask - they come?
I need not send the invitation
They knew I was here
But - how if they cannot see?
Ahh!
That tattling sun!
Copyright © Burt Heacock | Year Posted 2015
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