Mathilde Santing The Windmills Of Your Mind
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 on its face
And the world is like an apple
twirling silently in space
Like the circles you can 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 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 minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
twirling silently in space
Like the circles you can 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 she 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 a hallway
or the fragment 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 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 wheel
As the images unwind
Llke the circles you can find
in the windmills of your mind
