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Minerva
Jupiter where have you gone
I no longer feel your hands upon my shoulders
The comforting way you say my name
Or the sweet aroma of nectar
A sense of anxiety has infiltrated my calm demeanor
My face betrays all
Those who look upon it will know nothing
They can never see this place as I do
This desolate plane of existence
Carefully tucked away
Beyond the reach of common man
Alone
The only state of being I know
Still I will wait
A day will come
When this place turns
And nothing will stop me from being with you once more
Until then I will remain cold
Dormant in the shell I live
Time cannot stop me
Nor will death catch me
All that is truth remains
Silence upon the grey
Gray Silence
I think inside myself in gray and it is a wondrous metaphor for being quiet and pensive, waiting. I love this image of solitude. "...Nor will death catch me..." - that's hidden deep and inaccessibly. Every line says death is not a barrier to love. I lost my brother in November and this poem spoke volumes of missing him - Thanks for sharing - Lady A
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Thank You
I am very sorry to hear about your brother, may he rest well. It makes me happy that my poem can invoke such emotions. Thank you for your comment. It means a great deal to me.