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
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
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 bevel
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Fast the minutes of its phase
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
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
their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in the hall way
an d the fragment of a song
Have remembered names and faces,
but to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
in the autumn of good byes
For a moment you could not recall
Like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
on an ever -spinning reel
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
