let's go round again. . .

.

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 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 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 colour of her 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