Birthday
11/24/2002 12:40 a.m.
A week ago at fifty,
I slept beneath the sky,
Watched constellations rotate,
A bright Moon sailing high.

Now at fifty one, I lie
Upon a city bed,
Gaze on endless earth-stars,
The roar within my head.

And still I ponder inner Light,
Still struggle with the Sin,
And hoping, fearing, 'wait the day
When Real Life begins.
I am currently Reflective
I am listening to The living noise