Longing

Gustav Klimt – Country House by the Attersee

Come to me in my dreams,

For then by day I shall be well again.

For then, the night will more than pay the hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou camst a thousand times, and smile on thy new world.

And be as kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never camst in sooth, come now, or let me dream it truth.

And part my hair and kiss my brow,

And say my love, why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dream

And then by day, I shall be well again.

For then, the night will more than pay, the hopeless longing of the day.

– Matthew Arnold

I loved you so much last night!

You loved me absent.

I kissed you so much last night!

You looked at me absent.

I adored you without thinking of you physically. I kissed you without feeling myself on your face. I looked at you without a look and without the sun.

And is that possible, beloved?

Ask that cloud that crossed my dream and rested in your soul.

That rested in my soul?

Carried by the breeze, with the last note of my life in a song.

And the breeze, what did it do when it felt you in its meadows?

With confused eyes, it witnessed my invasion.

And it didn’t want to kiss you?

Its lips didn’t reach my heart in flower. It should have seen my face in a smile of water, with you in the emotion.

And thus you arrived, beloved?

Thus I looked at your soul, I kissed your smile, and adored your illusion

– Unknown