Round, Like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning reel Like a snow ball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel thats turning Running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes of a face And the world is like an apple Spinning silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind. * * * * * * * * * Like the tunnel that you follow To a tunnel of its own Down to hollow in a cavern Where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving In a half forgotten dream Like the ripples from a pebble Someone tosses in a stream Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minute on its face And the world is like an apple Spinning silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind * * * * * * * * Keys that jangle in your pocket Words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly Was it something that I said Lovers walk along a shore And leave their footprints in the sand Was the sound of distant drumming Just the fingers of your hand Pictures hanging in the hallway Or the fragments of a story Half remembered names and faces But to who do they belong When you knew it was all over Were you suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the colour of her hair * * * * * * * * * Like a spiral in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning On an ever spinning wheel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 05:45:04 +0000
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