The wands and veils of time enmesh
Fair portals of past rooms
When youth perched on the future's store
Of undiscovered tunes
Among us one much gifted was
She stood out from the crowd
We knew she was more special then
And surely would go far
Years passed in topsy-turvy ways
And threw us to and fro
Some of us sank, some persevered
But her life left no trace
How could a girl so gifted then
Fall to oblivion's doom
Since talents rare and graceful ways
Could put worlds at her feet
Soon my own path would twist and turn
None came and looked me up
And even fewer touched my life
By thought or phone or pen
Now evening on my desert scene
Brings memories of that time
A point from which so many soared
To recognition's crown
Yet I can only think about
A comely, nimble girl
And wonder just what kind of veil
Tore her and pulled her down.
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