A VEIL OF A thousand years dropped between you and me when you turned your face and merged in a past where spectre-like dwell they who missed love's path in a timorous dusk of doubt. The space is but narrow that divides us, a tiny stream weaving in its murmur the memory of our parting moment the pathos of your passing footsteps. And all that I can offer to you is the music of an unspoken love for it to follow you and vanish.