sometimes the skies
hold you
at the edge
of your breath
and ask you
to feel it
all
// hudsonbiko
by Hudson Biko
sometimes the skies
hold you
at the edge
of your breath
and ask you
to feel it
all
// hudsonbiko
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
i am softest
when
i am
(al)one
with
the moon
and the sky
// hudson biko
it is the quiet nights
after the loud days
that live in the burrows
and ask you
to feel it
all
© Hudson Biko
the leaves are back on the trees
and the rustle is rife
in the air
again
sometimes
it is the familiar
that saves
you
© Hudson Biko