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 thatâs turning
running rings around
the moon
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
Like a tunnel that you follow
to a tunnel of its 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
Rolling 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 the 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 fragments 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
