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!