A SPIRAL IN MY HEART

MAKES A SPIRAL IN MY MIND.

PUT MY FINGER THERE TO SEE WHERE IT WILL STOP AND START.

FLIPS MY VISION OF THE TREES.

THE LEAVES APPEAR UNKIND.

UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING

WILL NEVER STOP THE CIRCLING.

SO I'LL FOLLOW THE BIRDS ANO

PETALS IN THEIR GENTLE CYCLONES

AS THEY RIDE ALONG THE WIND IN A LOVING SPIN.

THERE'S A PARALLEL IN LOVE.

CIRCLES BACK BUT CIRCLES UP.

WHEN IT'S TRAVELED HIGHENOUGH TURNS ROUND AND STRETCHES OUT

TO BRING IT FACE TO FACE, GLIDING OUT TO FIGURE EIGHT.

A SPIRAL IN MY MIND

MAKES A SPIRAL IN MY HEART BUT | KNOW I CAN LOOK UP TO COAX ITTO FLIP APART.

GIVE IT TO THE MOON AND STARS.

THEY KNOW HOW TRICKY SPIRALS ARE.