TO AN ARTIST
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem