Author. Poet. Actor. Playwright. Director.
I dreamed a beautiful scene
tonight;
cradling you in my arms,
showering your face
with little kisses.
You asked why I wept
and hushed me before I could
whisper my fear;
you said you’re here.
And I felt myself break into pieces
as I stood
to turn on the light,
and picked up the pen.
Midnight
April 5, 2021
Then came the day I decided I would
Stop writing of drunken love and passions;
Then came the day I learned that I could
Trade the high of infatuation
For a union of the placid kind
Not the brief intense turbulent affair,
Not the addiction of the frantic mind
But a lasting connection that dares
Let go of such a chase life-derailing
And choose content in love’s sweet silence
Over that which burns in flames but passing
For there is better joy in its absence.
So do I throw my foolish fancies away
And set my heart to see that fateful day.
Sonnet VI
March 23, 2021
I’m writing this as my sixth sonnet because I decided to scrap some of the earlier ones. I’m allowed to do that, right? Anyway, it’s my body of work so I guess I can.
There’s a wrong-ness in the air
that would neither settle
nor move along.
It brought vague questions
and cold sweats that tingle
my feet;
the sky is pale
and the dog is howling;
the wrong-ness,
artless and raw.
A waning moon showed.
It is now dark out.
Fangs in the sky
start to dance,
gnawing at my gut.
The hour on the clock
is wrong.
So was the color of my sweat
that I have just washed
down the drain.
The only thing right
is the certainty
that this wrongness exists.
But I must not come find
where it rests
for I have gone that way before.
And the only end
I would meet
on that path
is more wrongness.
Yet it rattles my bones,
like they’re wind chimes
out in an approaching storm.
A Wrong-ness in the Waning Moon
March 8, 2021
Start the coffee,
Let the morning brew
As the carafe collects
Every hot drop
Of thought in your mind;
Shape it into a cup
Of comfort
That there is yet another day
To be slurped
While it’s warm.
Taste the ground
From which the tree of its
Beans came;
You decide
How to play the game.
Draw the curtains;
There’s no longer a reason
To hide.
Time moves
In your favor;
This is the hour
To take back the stolen years.
You’ve clocked out the darkness
In your sleep;
Wake up from the dream.
The rays on your window
Say hello,
You’ve stepped out
Of the shadow
And into tomorrow.
Wash your face of the stains
Of tears
And your mouth of the bitter taste
Of loss;
There is sweetness
To be found
In a fresh pot.
Smell the steam of hope,
Let it boil away the failures
Of yesterday;
You will hear
The music of the roaring brew
As it extracts every truth
If you would just
Start the coffee.
Start the Coffee
February 8, 2021
Tell me again
How there’ll be a thousand
More sunrises
For I forget what it’s like
To bathe in their rays.
Remind of the colors
Of rainbows
That I can no longer name
For I have lost their shape, their tinctures
In my mind;
How there’ll be another flame
In the heart that’s been extinguished,
How it will burst again
With fancies and butterflies
And warmth.
Show me a preview
Of a story
Where lovers keep their promises
And vagrants find their way;
Where the broken-hearted
Feel another’s kiss,
Where the lonely find company.
Tell me of a future
Where the fallen seize
A second chance.
Read me the fortune
Of the ill-fated
In which their stars align.
Tell me again
That the world is kind.
Tell Me of Rainbows and Second Chances
January 11, 2021
And one night I returned
to the long avenue
lit with nervous stars
and talking cardboards;
I walked down the puddle-less lane
for it was once again, summer
and it hasn’t rained…
yet.
In the square, we were met
by the scintillating stares
of moving statues
and dancing towers.
And I walked like a tourist
to the nearby corner
for a slice of the old pie
sold by the dollar.
In the morning,
they were all gone
save for the splendour
of the shops
and the scent
of overpriced coffee
in the counter.
And on 59th, I saw my friends
on their way to Chelsea.
We caught the blue train
that was late again
and back I went
to the street
numbered 53
to sit and ponder
in my favorite library.
Might this be the dream
I take out
from my sleepy head
into reality?
To meet again my fantasy
of melting with
and among
the colorful people,
their flags, their histories;
in the sweltering,
boiling
fragrant pot
that is the magic
of New York City.
A Rendezvous in New York City
December 16, 2020
The valley is silent
Save for the shuffling
Of red roses,
Gently kissed
By the sweet breeze
Of my child-like longing.
And soft, soft,
They whisper
Your careful words;
Closely, I listen.
They say from the hilltops,
Somewhere near the shuls,
They hear you singing
Amidst the roar
Of the nearby falls.
And somewhere, a note
From the mellow tunes,
Speaks of a name
You so oft used
To call me.
In the hush
Of the approaching noon,
Their scent caresses
My being.
I see them dancing
To my strides,
All abloom; their petals,
Washed
With the pink-red
Of your lips’ touch.
Rose Valley
October 8, 2020
Through fiery arches
and columns,
disintegrating
shafts, flutes, and plinths,
we will run;
I will hold your hand.
To the other side
of this crumbling temple,
far from the rubble,
where the grass awaits
wet with morning dew,
I will walk with you.
See the skies burning
with the new day’s light;
towers
rising above tomorrow’s
hills and plains
where we will sit with Pain
and listen
‘til it’s but a whisper
under the crescent’s glimmer.
Watch!
The fireflies dancing
to the songs of minstrels.
I am but a scribbler;
I have none to offer
but my words.
But if you come with me,
I can take you
to incredible worlds
if only for a night’s wink.
And together,
we will inscribe our dreams
into reality
and each other’s names
to infinity!
A New Day’s Light
October 2, 2020
So here’s my first real attempt for a sonnet.
So is your beam like sunlight to my day
Which glimmers in the gloom of starless nights;
As still my boat from its unsteady sway,
Your words bring peace to my tumultuous flights.
So do I search for you in all my thoughts
And find you there so oft to my surprise;
Without you, all my days will be for naught
Like a child without her blanket thus she cries.
And so I pray you, please don’t leave my side,
For I shall not forsake you, joy or strife;
My love for you never will I hide
And I will treasure you for all my life.
So long as you are here, I am at peace
And every woe turns to unbounded bliss.
Sonnet 1
September 27, 2020
One step, one day, one moment at a time
Put one foot forward
Then the next
Who knows where my steps end,
Where they lead
Move through the motion
Let the tears flow
They speak of a rainbow,
A lining in the sky
I cannot see
From my tunnel
But light awaits the edge,
How faint it is
Yet light still is
A packet of hope in my pocket
Heartaches will ease
I will breathe so long as my heart beats
Time will pass
How slow it does
How fast it ticks
These wounds never heal
But I can live
With them
What awaits?
But tomorrow
Tomorrow, if I live to see
Everything is temporary
One Step
📝 📷 –Natalia Go
April 16, 2020
Photo taken April 15, 2020