THE MILL WHEEL

Spinning on an axis

The mill wheel goes round

Universes lost in its wake

Raceways take me down to a distant cove

Cold river drift me away

Grind stones

Make dust of memories

And my bones

Come the machinery

Drifting through the cosmos

The mill wheel goes round

Atoms in the fabric of space

Spilling water back into the rippling tides

On crests we see what light yonder breaks

Grind stones

Make dust of memories

And my bones

Come the machinery

See you walking on the shore

Your dress in the breeze

Summer sun it shines on your face

Spilling light across the water

Glitters as gold

A new tomorrow ushers his way

Grind stones

Make dust of memories

And my bones

Come the machinery