Comments about Amber Feasel
I hear them whisper your name,
those mighty winds that blow.
I know thar you are closr at hand
the winds just told me so.
The direction from whence they blew,
I'm not sure I know.
For only when I hear your name,
am I sure the winds did blow.
Caressing my face with a whisper.
Calling out your name.
The winds of delight entice me.
I will never be the same.
I will fallow the singing wind,
and where it leads I'll go.
For the wind that blew you to me,
will take me where I must go.
Upward into the hills.
Calmly across the ...