Along The Way Poem by Patti Masterman

Along the way you might find that
Some people have inland seas for eyes
And some have bejewelled souls
Some reveal themselves in words
And others, in songs that rush
Out their pores, through gem-crusted tunnels
To pool beneath far away bridges
Reflecting turquoise skies
Some have binary star systems, and flames
Connect the two halves of their brain
And if you can find the ones
With arched domes inside their skulls
They are the dreamers of life
Always on the brink of discovering
Some newly born crystalline universe
Which has been slowly opening inside them
Like treasure saved for a rainy day.