Can I know you?

Can I ever really know you?


For you are hidden in a veil

through which I see and

do not see.


You tell me with words

and I listen, and I hear the voice

of a person, but there is not

the revelation that takes me

inside of you.


Can I know any of you?


I see your face move with expression

and I think I sense the purpose

of your smile and your frown,

but I am not certain of any of

your body, nor any of your feelings

behind the veil.


How can I know you?


For you remain in a photograph

of mystery, and the closer I look

the further you seem to move away.