We think the other side's behind a veil

We think the other side's behind a veil,
if only we could pull it back we'd see.
We look for curtains, all to no avail.

If it were but a place, we'd send them mail,
those who once were yet could no longer be.
We think the other side's behind a veil,

and seek the port from where their boat has sailed,
a thinly woven sheen of tapestry,
and look for curtains, all to no avail.

The veil pulls back only when life derails,
yet even then the naked eye can't see.
We think the other side's behind a veil,

with thread-woven bars of the carnal jail,
where once released, we'd pass over the sea.
We look for curtains, all to no avail,

for it is not a place, and so we fail.
The other side's a different state of being.
We think the other side's behind a veil.
We look for curtains, all to no avail.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos