To An Artist Poem by Shree Parno

TO AN ARTIST
Shreeparno

Why I was laughing in the last night?
Dream`s come not truly but my search of light
Is still far and unstable,
Where thy tallest holy tree?
The golden moon and dieing world sinking
I am walking and laughing;
Life`s no more space Except food, sex and one heavenly place.

I h`v started with my lone mind,
There was no penny, no wisdom but your kind
Thou my God, thy fortunes
Thy creation makes my pleasures.
I d`nt know where thy destiny
Yellow luck and opportunity?
But thy lights here and there
Shining the morning sun and silver river.