my writings; if they can be called that. just me putting words out there in the world, trying to make it mean something.

 
i thought i heard you

walking down a dusty road
wind blowing icily in my face
clouds winging overhead
and dirt scratching beneath me
i thought i heard you in the silence
but was it just the blowing by me?
i thought i heard you...
sometimes silence can be
just as distracting as noise
i don't want to miss your voice
i just want to do what you want me to
discernment comes slowly
through trials and mistakes
have i made too many mistakes?
or just not enough?
my past is full of proof
that i didn't hear you
but this time, i thought for sure...
i thought i heard you in the wind...
i thought i heard you...

-maverick- at 6:32 PM

 
prairies

standing in field of stubble
imaging waves of grain
encircling me, all around
swiming in my imagination

-maverick- at 7:03 PM