Fate's Sphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softly tangling itself in my brain, giving me a sense of tomorrow's destiny.
Floating before me in visions of fantastic surroundings - in the midst of nature's silence.
Catering to my existence, soothing frayed nerves with perception and extrasensory detection of inner saddened music.
Grappling with memories, holding on to fate as it tries to escape my hold on an interior sphere, hoping to always be a better part of existence.