Windmills of your
mind
Round like a circle in 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 shown 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 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 fragments 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 color 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 an the windmills of your
mind.
Variation for female:
: *When you knew that it was over in
the autumn of goodbyes for a moment you
could not recall the color of his eyes
