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.