The death of a son

What if I can't continue, evolving into this mystery? What if the story dies with me grabbing and pulling at the hands of reality, what then? Do the stars continue to plot their courses in an ocean of black? or do they just fade away? Will the universe drift mournfully acknowledging the loss of a sun? Do at last the heavens and earth embrace, casting their differences aside. holding each other into the void that is their love. afraid to look away. In fear that the other has done the same Will the morning star finally sing her song into the west? will my passage still require gold once the river has run dry?