round like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel
like a snowfall down the mountain
or a carnival balloon
like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
like a clock who's 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 cabin
where the sun has never shown
like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
the ripples from a petal someone tosses in a stream
like a clock who's 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 the shore
and leave their footprints in the sand
is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
pictures hanging in the 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 colour of her hair
like a circle in a spiral
like a wheel within a wheel
never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel
as the images unwind like the circles that you find
in the windmills of your mind
