Whispering Winds by Marge Tindal
I hear them whisper your name,
those mighty winds that blow.
I know that you are close at hand,
the winds just told me so.
The direction from whence they blew,
I am 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 follow the singing wind.
where it leads me I do not know.
For the winds that blew you from me ...
will take me where I must go.
Upward into the hills,
calmly across the sea,
Hold on my love, I'm coming ...
The wind has beckoned me.
Free to wander and search this earth,
no matter how far that may be.
Free to follow the whispering wind ...
until it blows me back to thee.
I hear your laughter on the wind.
I try with all my might,
to reach out and touch you
on this windy night.
You must be getting closer
for I feel your whispered love.
I reach out my hand to you,
please find me, my sweet dove.
You grasp my hand in yours
and softly speak my name,
out of the whispering winds
We are together again.
those mighty winds that blow.
I know that you are close at hand,
the winds just told me so.
The direction from whence they blew,
I am 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 follow the singing wind.
where it leads me I do not know.
For the winds that blew you from me ...
will take me where I must go.
Upward into the hills,
calmly across the sea,
Hold on my love, I'm coming ...
The wind has beckoned me.
Free to wander and search this earth,
no matter how far that may be.
Free to follow the whispering wind ...
until it blows me back to thee.
I hear your laughter on the wind.
I try with all my might,
to reach out and touch you
on this windy night.
You must be getting closer
for I feel your whispered love.
I reach out my hand to you,
please find me, my sweet dove.
You grasp my hand in yours
and softly speak my name,
out of the whispering winds
We are together again.
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The winds of chance blow us about, and sometimes we must lean against the wind to go where we want to be. Longingly we reach out to grasp love.
Whispering wind ... calling my name ... I'll never be the same.
Whispering wind ... calling my name ... I'll never be the same.
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this poem was wonderful and describes alot. - Heather |
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OHH. What an amazing peom . thx alot for this one i wish there are more and more - Khaled |
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What can i say except. It made me cry - Dave |
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Exactly what my heart feels like at the moment! Well done! - Clio |
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that was a great oem it really tuched my heart. - Heather |
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really beautiful and it has touched my heart. i really love it. - Eeli |
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i think that this poem is beautiful and i like it alot, and i am a poem writer myself & i write peoms about love but this one is just geat - melissa |
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you have a new fan, loved this poem keep it up. - harold |
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I loved this poem! - Terri |
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an amazing poem. it says much more if you read it carefully. - Fesal |
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One of the best. Tells the story well indeed with a masterful stroke. I am impressed. - Charlie |
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Thankyou for writing this touching poem! It really captures how I feel right now... ..too far away from my love. Once again, thankyou! - Mikael |
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I think that is one of the most pretty things i have ever read. - Mandy |
