If we turn the Earth a revolution backward, we will find ourselves gazing at the first daylight, exchanging our first hellos, unawares of the several more we would exchange each day forward. And here we are on the 366th day of good mornings, taking us back to when the skies opened up their graces upon us.
The stars shone fiercely at the close; they’ve been watching over us since. A sparkle for every kiss; “Good night. I will see you when the sun shines.” And it reflects in your eyes; a twinkle so sweet in noontime kisses and afternoon snuggles, turning tears into crystals we wear as charms on our skins.
That if we so much as step under shadows, they can’t but fly back into the depths of the well where they belong. As this little ball, the pale blue dot we call home, resumes its rotation, I extend my hand once again. Will you hold me through this next ride around the sun? Together. Onwards.
Through This Next Ride Around the Sun January 1, 2023
Maybe somewhere there’s a version of me that has wings for arms. Maybe I own a chariot I can fly in the night to take us to the clouds while the world sleeps and asks nothing of us.
In that world I can whistle to command the storms back to the heavens and fall as little drops of dew to cool us from hot weather. There’d be no floods for they will recede before they rise when they hear my voice and cower forever to the seas.
And all that color your thoughts black will dissolve at my touch back into the void where their screams die and come back as pretty tunes to make you smile. But I have none such power and my voice often sounds a whisper too meek to dare to speak.
I have only dreams to wander where I’m half as strong as I aspire. I stand a mere hopeful in a world where I can offer nothing grand. But my hopes spring from truth that it’s you I keep in the innermost depths of my heart.
With I can go the distance, a million lifetimes over and over to see my journey with you through.
I am starving for words locked away behind a boulder, in a cave of fears where hide vicious bats that prey on meister blood, and steal inspiration to turn them into stones they hang on moldy walls. Thieves and forgers of doubt in unsuspecting dreamers.
I come to the hatchway to face their king yet they have none. Only mercenaries of the dreaming guarding nothing but counterfeit jewels that don’t glint in the light. Unwelcome though I am, it is my words I’ve come to claim.
What moves the rock but your smile in my mind’s eye, which lights up the cavern of hopes turned lifeless. None mightier a spell than your name I speak to break the curse and return a hero in your eyes. No higher honor; no sweeter sacrifice.
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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.
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