We Are

We are lost, and never whole,
Time slithers away from us, death lingers below,
We spend our time licking honey from the branches that binds us,
That is the illusion clouding our eyes,

We are the mist appearing, that the sun exiles,
The spirits that appear, and vanish,
Giving us a glimpse beyond the shadow,
The dancer's vile dangling in our face,

We are what words cannot capture, cannot define,
What the tongue cannot touch, what taste cannot soak,
Swinging in the moonlight,
Mingling with stars.