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.