PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson 

Two heavenly beauties survey their surroundings.

One so lovely in Hawaii.
Another too close to the Indian sun.

You both know who you are. You both know what you're becoming.
So both of you please, look up at the sky from your faraway hiding places.
Choose a star that's not so obvious; one that others forget. One that does not make up a zodiac sign and likely is known as a categorized number only angels and astronomers chart.

Now blow it a kiss for me.

Will we even be here by the time that kiss reaches that star's solar system?
Will the star itself be dead?

No.

It's already there, for blown kisses do not travel the speed of light.

Kisses and other salient forms of endearment travel the speed of love.

So that star, along with the stars in both of your eyes, has already been kissed and will forever be loved until time circles back upon itself.

This is how the angels effortlessly transport love through wishes and wormholes and why it is so deeply embedded in the mathematics of the universe. It's also why Anti-matter matters.
God? Sure, why not? Regardless of what the naysayers and unbelievers say. This is the faith we all must have, even if the circular nature of our planet dictates you both see different ends of the sky for me.

Good night and good morning to you both.