Stygian reflections

To keep close that which hurts us,  
the suffering, the imperfection, the adversity,  
makes us terribly human.  
 
Inside out, I sit by the moon,  
watching a lonely candle cast placid ghosts  
on an empty page and a faded photograph,  
strung out on sorrow's proclivities.  
 
Fall soft my tears,  
as I search for his silhouette in a livid blue rain.  
Break quiet my heart,
I still dance beneath a mourning sky.  
 
In a place where inane goodbyes  
hold no form,  
I chase my rainbows in the dark.  
 
(Art by Steve de la Mare)