Run, like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
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 space
And the world is like an apple
whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
in the windows 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 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?
And 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 thread of another song
Half -remembered names and faces,
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over,
That the autumn leaves were turning
Like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
on an ever spinning wheel
Like the circles that you find
In the windows of your mind
