i do not worry.
about the life
i will have.
or the person
i will be.
in five.
ten.
fifteen.
or thirty.
years.
that person is coming.
together.
waiting.
for me.
there.
// hudson biko
Tag: Poetry
glisten
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
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
hudson biko 