Amber Caress

For I am trapped in amber, can amber trap a soul? It was a primitive sun in a primordial world. The greens and yellows of the jungle deep can blind you. The dark shadows imply a chilling depth, yet the lush atmosphere draws me to a scent so sweet that I must taste the nectar no matter what the danger. In the floral depths I drew in the nectar that floods my being with the warmth of the sun. I can not be sated! For I am trapped in amber, can amber trap a soul? With the heat of the day the sap must flow and I feel the first subtle touch on my feet. More than enough time to move. But one more taste again and again, as the yellow caress passes back, and makes wings useless. Eyes become uncaring on an ancient Summer's day. For I am trapped in amber, can amber trap a soul?