In cosmic expanse, a canvas wide,
Stars twinkle, like tears, God's sorrow inside.
A universe born, from divine pain,
Echoes of heartache, through space and time's refrain.

Galaxies collide, a mournful sigh,
Echoing the cry, of a Creator's goodbye.
Black holes devour, the light of the past,
A grief-stricken God, forever to last.

Planets wither, like autumn leaves,
A fleeting dream, in an infinite ebb and flow of grief.
In dark matter's shroud, a lonely heart beats,
A celestial dirge, for love's lost sweet retreats.

Through wormholes of time, I hear God's plea,
"A universe born, from my sorrow's sea."
In cosmic waves, a whispered lament,
Echoes of love, forever bent.