Desirable Intentions

Charcoal shadows at midnight
Silhouettes etched with the rising sun.
Clouds of darkness drawing nearer
to the ports of dewy morns.
Masks of gladness fall before me,
hiding all the minuscule flaws.

Painting murals of redemption
for the slaves of life and law.

Tunnels end with mercy's guidance,
thankful evenings of pitiful smiles.
Sympathetic memories of children long ago
turning into foreigners no one will ever know.
Invisible tears flow free and plenty,
to suffocate all with gracious scorn.
Ministers preach of light and darkness
and the battles of friends over foe.

Pressing onwards towards no end,
eternity looks hopeful yet bleak and grim.
Forsaking all others, lost within yourself,
you chose to start, where others quit.