Illusion

I once met an invisible girl.
She was unnoticable, like made of glass.
Her invisible hand reached out and touched my own.
She was clear, unseen to all except me.

To ask me to describe happiness?
It's like asking the rocks what it's like to fly.
Or to ask fish about deserts.
How can you describe what you have never felt?

I don't know how to seperate the two.
Those who have fed my distaste for humanity.
And those who as yet have not.
Can illusion meet reality?

She touched my arm, but I felt nothing.
And soon she was gone too,
Just a memory of what I could have had,
A memory of what could have been.

Sun will shine,
And moon will rise,
But we who walk under their light,
Are doomed to tread in darkness.