The Tears of Stars

I marvel at the tears of stars that loudly blush as they pass Mars Toward earth they fall in streams of dust on cosmic winds that swirl and gust No doubt it seems a madman’s tale a rotund lie of cosmic scale I ask you though, with much chagrin please wake that child that naps within Though hard to see with grownup eyes The puerile heart unveils their guise Near tranquil ponds where sorrow feeds they land and spark among the reeds