inside amber

for a long time,
i've left my dreams in the hollow of a tree
till they were encased in amber

unfulfilled dreams only turn into fossils
like skeletons of once potent beings dissolved,
trapped in honey-coloured glass

no longer do i want to let dreams transfigure into
gems of dull orange, not even gold at best
they must stream into the open space, vigorous particles
weaving themselves into the fabric of the universe

not left inside amber, no