Stars And Sands Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

Are there more sand in all the seas
than stars in the known galaxies,

this riddle has filled many fantasies
from the dark to the not dark ages.

one night, I looked up to heaven
where the night gleamers convene,

I counted but their chrismas-like glint
wearied my eyes I could hardly squint.

next day I went to the sea strand
so determined to count the sand,

the wind blew a grit into my eyes,
rubbed them sore until I got ugly sties.