the sun lingers
between the branches.
holds the spaces
vacated by the silence
of the leaves.
it is all so bare.
and so full.
a light.
so bright.
reduced
to shadows.
// hudsonbiko
Tag: spilled ink
rebirth (revisited)
there are times
when i do not fear
the fall.
when i look at the streams
run down the earth.
and think.
of all the ways.
the pour
helps the flowers
rise.
// hudsonbiko
plan
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
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
bubbling
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
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