A Tear

 A Tear 

With care she arranged his shroud's line,

As if it were a wedding gown's design,

A tear escaped her tender face,

A star-like teardrop, its trail to trace.

It snuck into the coffin's dark,

Unaware, that teardrop's mark,

Would bring his heart back to life anew 

From death's tears like morning dew 

Alone, she left him in the deep,

Adrift in the cosmic ocean's sweep,

His name she called, a thousand stars away,

He tried to mend, amidst disarray.

Scattered in a stellar mist,

Pieces of him, in the starry twist,

He sent a beam, a radiant spark,

Reflections bent to craft a new mark.

Galaxies traced in his broken light,

Celestial towers, unnamed in sight,

Paths for the sun, he envisioned true,

Each road leading to her hair's hue.

Would the sun bear her name as its own,

Would the moon be the ring she's shown,

Could the galaxies be her tear's embrace,

In cosmic streams, would they find their place?

Why do these stars shed their celestial tears,

Why does the cosmos, into a void, veer?

A black hole devouring the breaths of night,

A prisoner trapped in the shroud of light.

Adorned by his love, a thousand stars,

And a tear, stitched across the cosmic bars.

Maxwell O'Reilly