The sun shines,the sea swallows the sun.
The Moon is out...
The wind blows,the palms sway from side to side.
The sun stings and the salt water burns my eyes.
The clouds float like you and like me...
They are going somewhere but yet no where or at least we don't know...
No tears but the burn inside.
I am at home, but not in town.
Like Amber
But only this one is a trapped memory;not fossils.
No matter where I go; I'll always take you with me,like Amber.
The mind is like amber with in you and with in me...
Description:Of no conscience
Friday, March 7, 2008
Like Amber
Posted by the great, Daniel H. Schluckebier at 3:59 PM
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The Reapers Boulevard
- Daniel H. Schluckebier
- Is the journey alone in the long and busy lanes of life whereby everyone keeps loosing everything. Even those who gain, eventually loose everything in the end. Except the right decision that grants them eternal life(Giving their life to God)...
4 comments:
What did you do Danny Boy?
Is Amber a girl or it is amber the stone? I want to know
Its a stone, I am simply telling the girl in poem that she will be the trapped memory in my mind because its like amber. It traps fossils... get it????
Simply? Really? Who are you talking to?
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