Let the Beacon Take Over
M-ist, haze, and smoke
A-re beginning to leave the view;
R-ain in torrents has turned
I-nto a pleasant morning dew.
E-vening shadows disappear, right before your eyes;
L-ong and lonely night has turned into a sunrise.
C-rimson sky shows up,
A-s the cold chill is warming;
B-eneath the high heavens,
A-nother dawn is breaking.
T-wenty-sixth early Friday,
I-n fresh February morn;
C-annot afford to just forget the day when you were born.
P-lanned, penned and printed
I-s my verse to remember;
O-ne acrostic that comforts,
J-ust let the beacon take
O-ver.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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