Time

The sun sets and rises

then again and again,

we call this time

but it's only a game.

As the sun never moves

to stage our grand passage of time,

it is us who circle and circle,

dreaming our way through the divine.

And the moon wanes and waxes

then again and again,

we call this darkness

but it's only a frame.

As the moon never changes

to illumine our opposite sides,

it is us who divide them,

thus missing out on the gold they entwine.