hues of blue
unfold
across the canvas
of scattered clouds.
the wind is dim.
and the sun is crisp.
and there are hearts
that are aching.
for what could
have been.
somewhere
// hudson biko
Author: Biko
lucid
sometimes the skies
hold you
at the edge
of your breath
and ask you
to feel it
all
// hudsonbiko
set
there are parts
of our hurt
we hold.
until
we don’t know
how
to let go.
a quiet ache.
we come.
to love.
// hudson biko
gaze
i am softest
when
i am
(al)one
with
the moon
and the sky
// hudson biko
melt
feel.
the whisper
of the wind.
and the splatter
of the sea.
touch.
the flutter
of the wings.
or the scatter
of the song.
witness.
the sky
as it breaks.
for days
on end.
take in.
all
of the ways.
the earth feels.
and ache
© Hudson Biko
