Dance With No Reflection

The day is a blur I wade through, the cloudy transparency of a heart iced over which no arrow can penetrate, which no lover can break. Vibrant poignancy. Dancing in ribbons. Mindlost confusion. The night is more confusing. More lonely in the cold thought that there is not much sense in anything. The beating pulse whispers faintly. I never really know what it's saying but I try to make out the words, the shapes the mouth makes. The mirror has no identity. Still the mud tears of an idle soul roll into a distant reflection, a shadow with no name. A glimmer of sunlight in my hands. I reach out but the smoke clears. The beekeeper of destiny has done it again. I watch, I digest, I reflect. Life is a dance with no reflection, a song never ending.