But all reflections darkened
And distorted at the glance
As though captured in a spoon
Me, but not me,
Ever changing as it moved
My own alluring hypnotist
And I felt if I could bend
Then my image would ring true
And meaning’s wick aflame
Ever calling, never claimed
Honeyed deception with
Aftertaste of sand and soot
But the beguiling siren’s call
Would claim my heart no more
It’s coarse mockery exposed
When my soul’s fluted tune
Drew me to the dance within
And I caught my visage there