Amber

Amber beads lace my fingers and i have been waiting to touch daffodils and sunflowers, pink carnations and such
Beauty which beholds strong character many take for granted, a vision of her many have slanted
For I have seen the cool water and have tasted its azucar, for its strong and deep
Amber beads lace my fingers with swords I wish to yield for the jewels are pretty made of the finest steel
For these things smells like orange peel, in a field of flutterbys watching the ocean shore, she reminds me of who I am and all that is to be, is she....me?
Amber beads lace my fingers and I begin to bleed
This is what we need
Patch work of health lined across my back I am apart of new pact
White sheets engulf all that is of me
Amber beads laced neatly
Golden flowers on the ridge of my nose
Who is she, no one dare to ask , many are afraid to know