here.

“here.”

they say.

“you are better now.”

the chains are gone.

and

the nature has grown

and there is no more

pain to store

here any more.

they have given words

like peace.

like sanity. like this reality

is the best

it could ever be.

like this

is the best we could ever have.

the lips

are hushed,

the blood

is run,

the water

is tan,

the soil

is sand.

it is safe.

to begin again.

the chains are gone.

and

the nature has grown

and there is no more

pain to store

here any more.

“here.”

they say.

you are better now.”

 

© Hudson Biko

 

 

 

 

 

racing

The lights are falling into pools of moonlight

dripping across the night sky.

The windows are rolled down.

The music is playing.

The time is still.

You are there.

I am here.

There is a comfort

in the loudness

of the silence.

This is it.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

 

calls

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there is an ease

in the way

the words

fall of the lips.

in the way

the ears

catch the curves

of the laughter.

in the way

the goodbyes

feel less

like goodbyes.

in the way

the heart becomes

still again.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Kari Shea

that feeling

that feeling.

when the worlds

of the words

never said

stand at the brink

of fingertips

bleeding ink.

and then.

there is life.

© Hudson Biko