Love in Between

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.