Like the Circles That You Find

"Round like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
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
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that you said
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And 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
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
In the windmills of your mind"

(Words from the song The Windmills of Your Mind.  Lyrics by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman and music by composer, Michel Legrand. Photos by ril 25 July 2017 and September 21, 2016.)