.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
of your mind
