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
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
i am softest
when
i am
(al)one
with
the moon
and the sky
// hudson biko
quiet seas
at high tides.
rocky shores
for sidewalks.
waves that
break
at stratums
of pulsing veins.
listen
to the ache
for a feeling
never
seen.
touch
the fear
that
rumbles
between
© Hudson Biko
blackboards.
stained chalk.
a heart held
bleeding.
outside
of its chest.
you know the feeling
when it feels
as though
you can’t be saved
© Hudson Biko
today
was made of
broken hopes
and questioned dreams.
and
yet
there is a sun
left
to set.
and the chance
to try again.
at
sunrise.
© Hudson Biko