A CONNECTION


How did we meet
This strange place
What is it called
People all hours of the night

Where do they belong
Are they lost souls
Or adventurers drifting
Never far from home

Yet in their minds
The world is open to them
They are travelers
Seeking and promoting truth

Still deception lies nearby
Waiting for the unsuspecting
But like all evil
It is revealed and trampled

Symbols
The carriers of thought
Here more than a real world
The meaning is deeper

No a smile can be touched
A laugh can be heard
Not here
This place is different

Friends are made
And never seen
What is real
When only words are known

As is days of old
Travelers must be cautious
Who is a stranger
In a land of pseudonyms


Michael V Hechtman