Awake Poem by Jeri Martindale

Laying awake gazing for her eyes will never close;
She holds a crystal ball in the palm of her hands.
Finally, with one small blink of her precious tourquiose stones,
A single tear fell down her pale cheek sparkeling like a diamond at midnight.
She was like a shooting star flying across the night sky,
Making it barely somehow still alive.
Standing in a purple lake feeling the warm sand,
Wearing nothing but the colorful flowers across her cheast.
Reaching out her arms to run home to her love...
But is she afraid of losing it all?
Reaching the first then the second
Step over the wall?
Sleeping beautifully resting her mind,
Often she does this on her own time.
She took away every sight to make her dream right.
She was not humming a specific tune, but it rang through her.
At last she leaned
Down to a small child;
Emotions are high, heads are low,
Taking her places she needed to go.