In the silence of the night
when the air is
stillness itself,
my powers are heightened
and my fingers tingle
as if to say
`come, let’s talk!’

I arrange a seance
we encircle the ouija board
and soon the planchette
does the talking.

Call it clairvoyance,
ESP, necromancy
or telepathy,
this spirit rapping
brings me peace of
mind.

I need to transcend
this limiting
human dimension
of the five senses,
and reach out to you
for you’re in a world
apart.

My balance is
restored,
for a while
all is well
in this nebulous world.
Till the cycle of longing
repeats itself.