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)