Joy To Your Eyes Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-oy to your eyes,
O-n the seventeenth of November;
S-un has begun to rise,
A-wakening you from slumber.

C-omplete joy to your eyes,
O-n the morning of Friday;
M-ist and fog fade into the dark,
B-ecause beacon is on the way.
A-fter the night is gone,
L-ight shines in the skyline;
I-t bathes your heart and soul,
C-learing every forlorn sign.
E-vening shadows disappear, new dawn breaks the ice;
R-ay after the rain has brought tears of joy to your eyes.