the secret abridged: and the truth shortened beyond sight

the secret abridged: and the truth shortened beyond sight
from across the sound: whispers of all of those chances
in the wide gardens talk and hands touching the wide sun
but it was real love: not simple, but given fully
curtains of northern lights stringing along hope --
driving home my sister asleep birds chirping
our love was a cliff: one dove off, the other drove off
floating mirror skies and flowers alive with color
all is right when nothing is wrong except love