To Each (an acrostic poem)

To Each

Joy is to the person,

Or their company to be.

Sudden smiles of wonder,

Eerily can be seen.

Praises of the day,

However dark the night.

Pierce thy numb soul,

Accoster of arcane delight.

Vastly the deep hollow,

Lends unto the end.

Alas I see the peace,

Now I shall ascend.

Savor the blessed moment,

Kind presence so divine:

Yours in time.

- Joe Pavlansky