No hate in amber

I don’t hate your dope,

ami

ne.

Just need far less of it, to be

happy in

my amber cave

a safe harbor.

I have prayed in amber, too:

and lived in the past

where I was happy,

The present is overrated,

and the future is invisible.

My three

little seeds

know this. Let me

grow

so I know:

to let them sow.

Even amber cannot stop who we lose,

not always dead,

Even amber will not spare us the pain of it.

In the silence of my cave,

a prayer in amber

never hurts

Jeremiah never said.

©Philippe du Col, 2025, Duchess of Orange 🍊© 2025