Love in Between
Anna Yin, inspired by Katherine L. Gordon’s poem from After Midnight
I tripped on a timeline—
somewhere in between my youth
and Second Life’s bright avatars.
I chose the cards, the screens,
abandoned the rains and winds,
drifted into a painted cage.
Somewhere in between
I wondered where the time had gone,
why silence kept growing inside me.
The moon sails full,
the sun stands still—
and somewhere in between
I see my shadow, aching to return
to the forest of tangled voices,
the bittersweet search for truth.
Somewhere in between
and not in this painted cage
where the world wears a mask.
Farewell to All the Moonlight Men
Anna Yin, inspired by Katherine L. Gordon’s poem from After Midnight
Farewell to all the Moonlight Men
Who lit the shadows of my dreams,
Who led me through those heavenly halls
Where I still reach for your faint gleam.
The weathered door stays shut tight,
And memory fades in drifting light—
Yet the moon borrows the sun’s glow,
Returns to me, though you left long ago.
Chorus
Oh, Moonlight Men, where do you go?
I call your name through night’s soft glow.
Will you hear me, though you’re far away?
Return once more to our planet’s play.
Where Green Hearts Die
You turn away, become a dot
on my vanishing horizon,
I hear guitar notes, sad-sweet
through dark surrounded trees
where green hearts die.
Yet it is spring and all the flowers
must now unfold a destiny of pollen,
sprinkling even stingers of bees
with gold-dust,
coating the blade of time
with honeyed moments.
No scroll… no song…no note of Spanish guitar
can staunch the fading colour
from drained heart,
green promise blown to maiden-hair moss
on crumbling city stones.