Round like a
circle in a spiral
like a wheel
within a wheel
Never ending
or beginning
on an ever
spinning reel
Like a snowball
down a mountain
or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel
that's turning
running rings
around the moon
Like a clock
whose hands
are sweeping past
the minutes of it's face
And the world
is like an apple
whirling silently
in space
Like the circles
that you find
in the windmills
of your mind
Like a tunnel
that you follow
to a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow
to a cavern
where the sun
has never shone
Like a door that keeps
revolving in a
half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples
from a pebble
someone tosses
in a stream
Like a clock
whose hands
are sweeping past
the minutes of its face
And the world
is like an apple
whirling silently
in space
Like the circles
that you find
in the windmills
of your mind
Keys that jingle
in your pocket
words that jangle
in your head
Why did summer
go so quickly
Was it something
that you said
Lovers walk
along a shore
and leave their
footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant
drumming just the
fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging
in a hallway and
the fragment
of a song
Half remembered
names and faces
but to whom do
they belong
When you knew
that it was over
you were
suddenly aware
That the autumn
leaves were turning
to the color of his hair
Like a circle
in a spiral
like a wheel
within a wheel
Never ending
or beginning
on an ever
spinning reel
As the images unwind
like the circles
that you find
In the windmills
of your mind