Circumstances Poem by Christian Allen

Circumstances are the vices that dull my spirit,
He reasoned from the crest of the hill,
In the snowy landscaped tears of heaven,
While he gritted the teeth of fate,
And vainly defied the trail of happenings

She’d only be there if you’d smiled,
With her scent possessed by your chest,
She’d fall for you, mastered by the moment

The two of us with nary a word spoken would conquer,
Wrapped in my arms, I’ll calm you while the waves lap,
The rocks And I’ll hush you with my lips on your head,
And happy tears, And happy tears