The Veil

She asked was I afraid of her
She was so different than I’d known –
And wondered if I knew her people;
What’s been lost, what they still own

But how could I in my expanse
See all this intricate detail —
Was love so strong that it could lift
Me past myself, beyond the veil?

There is no moral to my tale
Of what was not, nor could have been;
For she in pleading, conquered me
The first among the last of men

For strange while all of this may be,
There’s still a cavern in my soul
To know that what I lack’s yet there
Beyond the veil
To make me
Whole

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Owen Servant