Circumstance Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Your rose has no thorns,
I thought of tonight.
By daylight I saw petals,
Which revealed true delight.

Today I stood in song,
Forgetting where I've been.
Listening to the wine,
That aged in my heart.

Tomorrow will be there,
For circumstance befalls.
Blossoming from the valley,
as a mountain on the shore.

Yesterday must be here,
For she holds my hand tight.
Withered in sleep,
She awakes to see the light.