Real

Broken mirrors often portray distorted reflections    Fissured dependence broke me away from that dock of sorrows , she rowed away from the cracked surface of uncertainty,  to and fro the calm     Satin swayed in and around a deep purple     Silver spun a mysterious sparkle in the evening gazebo lights , just a drift from the harbor pains . We danced for awhile , splintered perception sang in cadence  as we crashed course on a lovers wind .