do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine
because
it is so dark
© Hudson Biko
Tag: ramblings
oceans
there are times
when they are ripples.
fleeting in between
the seams
of dreams
still out of reach
but enough to believe
in the lives we lead.
and
there are times
when they are oceans.
and
I am drowning.
and
the seams
of dreams
still out of reach
aren’t enough to believe
in.
and
all we have
are the strings
i’ve been having more of those
-and i’m gasping for the shore.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Victor Carvalho
questions
there are times when the leaves settle
against the blue of the sky.
and there are thoughts that linger
like
do you tell
yourself that
it was nothing
at all?
too?
or
do you
maze through
alleyways
filled with the haze
of days
you keep setting ablaze?
too?
or
did i only care
because
you cared?
(too?)
© Hudson Biko
days
there are days
when the shine
of the sun
will ring
in the sills
of the windows
after the pour
of the sky.
and there are days
when the breeze
of the wind
will birth
the oceans
of the earth
to the sea
of the moon.
and there are days
that will be still.
and gone.
all at once.
© Hudson Biko
blue
it was about midday.
the branches were low.
a lawn mower
hovered
above the sound of the birds
lined against the silence
of the sky.
the blue
was bleeding.
in
and out.
© Hudson Biko
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