The veil of history is lifting. The mind’s eye opens. . . Seeing, feeling, re-experiencing The lives we have shared And the innumerable times Our paths have crossed; The past events race by, As we, the minor characters In the eternally flowing Play of life— Intermingle. Spinning through time immemorial In the myriad of roles portrayable, We are at once friends and lovers, Companions and relatives, Neighbors, shopkeepers and customers. Seemingly distant, forever within reach, Our temporary togetherness again fades, Yet distant horizon holds further relationships; For from headwaters lost In the distant past Through the present To future encounters, The unseverable Invisible Thread Attaches soul to soul.