Birthday

I stand at the gate of my 50th birth year
in my palm, a token of the past
from beyond my youth
A boiling memory
that fills my eyes
fills my heart
A morning fog that raps me
and my entire existence
Still, after 30 years
the medallion you hang around my neck
reminds me your scent
to drawn me in your eyes
still whispers in my ears
My arms stretch to far lands
beyond space and time
to the harmony of clouds
and the echo of rain
in my memories
At the gate of my 50th birth year
Still I dream of you
in cold night of winter
in hot night of summer
Every season
Every occasion
Every sad song
Every sad story
Everywhere
And for ever and ever