Satelite Of Love Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The rain is crying for the love that it lost across the Milky Way.

Looking on Jupiter the rain holds the sound barrier with each drop of tears.

Still crying the rain searches the hearts on earth for lovers' quarrels.

The rain is falling from heaven only to be bound on earth.

Holding onto the Constellation the rain escapes to the Orion for healing.

Without the oracle of time the rain is drifting endlessly into space.

The stars console the rain only to get infused in the dormitory of black holes.

Pegasus allowed the rain to comfort him while he glided around the sun.

The solar system began to maneuver the rain with each axel of movement.

Zeus housed the rain with his charismatic voice of authority.

Andromeda asked the rain to cover her with its cool touches of soft morning dew.

Mystified and glorified the rain exploded into torrential falls of forty days of evolutions.

On a mission to earth the rain commandeered Venus for words of love.

The rain searched the universe for a satellite of love that could quench her thirst.

Written by Theodore Mosley

September 16,2019