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Natalia Go’s second poetry collection, Garden of Dreams, talks about resurfacing from the thick, menacing silence of a well, past the cold, damp walls, and into a garden where light meets dreamers. It includes sonnets and poems turned into songs.
We saw a funny picture in the city that twice broke my heart. You held my hand for two hours while we laughed, and we came out to a world that’s changed; a world that now laughs at goats and heroes each time we remember. And we will remember. For the world now breathes but cackles in the air.
Its belly swells with memories of moments we’ve made, ever-expanding with the stars; it will never go dark. For the sun that scorched our backs while we went ‘round in a boat will keep lighting our days. No matter how many sundowns we see; the gondolier’s voice will hang in our ears no matter how many songs we hear.
I cried a tear in the night but you wiped it with a kiss, filled with a promise of the next sunrise we will greet together. And my heart smiles at the city twice renewed. I shall live twice more hopeful, my eyes locked in the sky twice brighter; twice surer.
Claps of thunder have been heavy lately like giant rocks rolling on my shoulders. What little respite taken away at daybreak when I bleed from the littlest pricks, crying tears stemming from a bottomless well, cold, unforgiving of my one misstep at its brim.
And its walls begin to close, halted only by the light of your smile searing the darkness, parting the fast approaching doom from either side of me. Like a staircase beaming from the temples of the goddesses in the stars, sparkling with the beauty of your heart.
Hide me in the comfort of your arms, my one remaining solace from this deluge of sorrow devouring all but the promise of the day I will hold you again, back in our garden of dreams where dawn peeks at the beginning of each hour I am in your arms and you are in mine.
Staircase From the Temples in the Stars July 19, 2022
I miss the scent of a thousand roses that bursts from the wall in your presence, the warmth of crackling fire while rain pours outside when I hold you close until we’re an atom apart, breathing from each other’s mouths, and the constellations inside us warping to burst together.
I miss the glow of your cheeks when you see me pass from one corner of the room to another, sneaking in a kiss I can’t help but ask before I walk past, and coming back for more until we’re lost under the blankets again, while the world spins mindlessly around us, until we resurface.
But hold me close in your dreams. I will step out of the cloudlands into your waking world soon after I collect the words I’ve been stitching together from my heart that I may offer you a humble revière of all the sweet nothings we’ve exchanged and will again next time the roses bloom.
You pull me like a magnet to where fields of cosmos lie endless beneath a golden sky as the sun dances in its zenith to the music of our souls. There where its light hits the patch of darkness in my spirit, washing it off the rubble left by swarms of beasts from my infernal nightmares.
The force you cast each time a smile forms on your lips cools and softens the heated molten rocks that had clung to my countenance, falling off the pink petals under our bodies as we lie rid of strain and disquiet. And the sludge turns into dew at their touch.
In our paradise where the sun sets only when we close our eyes to dream, the cosmos wards the most vicious intruders in the quietude we’ve found; here beside each other while horns resound and thunders clap outside our sphere, until the next sunrise.
Tonight I feel the kiss of a cold breeze in place of your lips; with it a whisper from your heart telling me to be still. For not a heartbeat more, I will find you before me to hold me close again, and all the hours I spent waiting would be but specks of dust trickling away with the space that kept us apart for much too long.
And every trace of loneliness would melt away with the layers of particles that I would brush off your body with my tongue. The tears that hardened into stones inside your heart would burst into a thousand colored lights as other parts of you kindle at my touch.
Slowly the world’s endless spinning would pause at the first breath you take as I inch into the doorway of your soul. A dimension alive with wild roses where we’d lie under cherry trees exchanging kisses we’ve saved until all the stars and the planets are right again.
Until All the Stars and the Planets Are Right Again June 19, 2022
Far more than enough, far more than I deserve, far more than you can, you make my life and this world far more than things to endure. Instead life is one to love; instead the world is one to see and belong, not the cross they were for one to bear.
Far more than you know, far more than it shows, far more than I say, your touch can change a sad day to one where tears are at bay. And the present is far less cruel, the past is far less frightful; the future far less obscure.
Far more than the magic you bring, far more than the songs you make me sing, far more than the good in all you do, you make me want to be better, too. For my heart is far more than glad that of all the ones I could have loved, I’ve chosen you; a love I’m grateful to be true.
It feels like night again when I can’t reach for your hand beside me in the dark or feel your body against mine as the cold artificial wind blows while I try to enter the world of dreams where I hope to hear your laughter as we wade through the water, sand beneath our feet as we did under the warmth of the sun a few orbits ago.
Already it feels like the weeks ahead would drone on like sticky sand in an hourglass; minutes passing like hours, each containing the intricate details of every kiss, every touch, every look we exchanged for a heartbeat in our little paradise until I see you again.
Moments though brief, forever woven in the fabric interlaced in both our lives now. And the night sky gleams silver-blue with hope; look how the stars shine, telling you how much I need you in my life. Thank you for being in it.