infinite clarity of my twisted sobriety- random no. 7

... and when the violins struck her heart's strings...
the mind numbs his alarm in silent rings...

In a manner of speaking...
the moutains of false obstacles are no longer peaking...
in faith we laugh like the innocents...

In between a soundless horizon we are worthy of the rainbow's crescents

And to be genuinely inspired...
like a design on paper transpired...

A shred of fabric...
transformed into an ancient relic...
One that holds a fortress of careless memories...
For the Angels no longer vainly cries...

YES!
We are Immortal...
falsely trapped in our human portal...
Thinking that perhaps the alpha and omega are directly opposite...
when its merely a mental composite...

Fools that are humourous....
in an adventure nearly amourous...

I laughed within my smile...
May we neither walk nor run another mile...
But thrive on the black and white of our forlorn shadows...