Jupiter looks for me through tangled limbs of twisted trees.
I hide beneath the dirt where I have laid for centuries.
My gravestone is faded, and my name no longer can be read.
I sleep now in deepest slumber among the silent and abandoned dead.
Yet he calls, so earnestly, as I’m lying here in my coffin bed.
I hear his voice reaching out to me like a persistent dream.
In the dark, I can feel his love and through my tears, I grin.