Eyes Will Be Open
S-hadows early Saturday
A-re swept by the dawn;
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-bove the new
H-orizon.
O-n eleventh March morn,
R-ain is erased by the beacon;
T-wilight and dusk both fade
I-nto the lost oblivion.
G-et up from sleep,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
E-vening chill disappears,
R-ugged wind passes by.
R-ivers never run dry, like a blessing from heaven;
A-fter the night is gone, eyes will be open.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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