Mysterious Spell Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loving is hiding deeply within this periodical side of
life, turning aside and letting me sing not into the
world, faking not a thing.

Living only on edges of another eternity, I fall steadily
under the spell of a mysterious spherical entity, touching
interiorly, with a magical spell from another time.

As soon as I take it's essence, make it over, hide and
fake it totally, noticing and putting it to rest beneath
coverlets of another séance.