Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of it's own. Down a hallow to a cavern where the sun is 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 his face and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space. Like the circles that you'll 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 is something that you said? Lovers walk along the shore. Leave their footprints in the sand. Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a soul. 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 a ever spinning reel. As the images unwind like the circles you'll find in the windmills of your mind.