Roundness Poem by JJ Evendon

I love the perfect roundness of a sphere
as it sits in your hand.
There are no corners to hold it square
for the surface is without bounds.
It's smooth and beautiful like a lady in silk
no sharp edges to wake a dream.
A crystal ball that propels a state of mind
to become ever wanting, ever touching.
Peering deeper, I seek my unanswered thoughts
wishing clarity, hopes and dreams.
Clouded like a nebula, I look for vision
I try to see the future.
If I ask a question, would I get an answer?
Is what I see a reflection of myself?