Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never -ending or beginning
On an ever -spinning wheel
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
An d 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 is never shown
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half -forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tries to send a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And it whirls like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Kiss a jingle in your pocket,
was a jungle in your head?
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore,
leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of the sun drumming
past the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging on a hallway
and a fragment of a song
I've remembered names and faces,
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over,
you were suddenly aware
That au tumn 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 rail
As the images unwind,
like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind