Circle Dream

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in. Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel. But at every turn my way was sealed. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a face. Her eyes looked upon me with fondness. Her warmth coming near, calling me "sweetness," calling me "dear." But I whispered, "no, I can't rest here." I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round