Gustav Klimt – Pallas Athena

He leans over judgement

And stands with the smirk

Of thinking he knows more than he does

Spits whispered conclusion from the corner of his clean cut face

“Yea, she’s worth about a penny and a half.”

But, she knows truth, ’cause she knows herself

“Scratch the surface of this cent!”

She dares the beautiful facade of man

The priceless gold that lies just beneath old hurt shines from those eyes of hers

And he’s afraid

‘Cause behind his silver dollar face

Old brown copper rusting away

And he knows how copper looks

Next to gold

– Alyssum Root

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