Eyes Will Be Open Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

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.