Waipio Valley

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Today , this day today

this still life of mine astray

a table trance of bowl and knife

the China cup with teabag edging

its water lucid yesterday

a roque rolling wave

from Kamaloas lost sea

where fish swarm from arched waters warm

abound the ancient valley with royal bodies furious .

hovering tween the terrible turmoil

birds circling with no control

a flying machine about to fall injurious .

my mind breaking its shell

a feather drops from the wind

this lush valley to live in .

the lover kissing my neck a holy shiver

over the face of creations water , the place God knows

Behold the mark of archangel Raziel .

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Do you know how old the wind is

five hundred thousand years long so curious .

come upstairs with me my love

to the golden wall where a door now stands whether

it did not before , you should know

the place is holy close to Jehovah’s body .

 

Come upstairs with me , my love

to find my scarve for I hear

the beginning chant and I’m afraid , I fear

to be alone in this still life of mine

a sliced silhouette , a redemption sign

today , this day today .

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Clouds : screenplay

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Scene 5 : Sandcastles

Time : dusk

Place : beach in Hawaii

Music : only the sound of waves and surf with faint tinkling of bells heard

Abu , sitting under the shade of the Gingo tree from previous scene , is now joined by Olivia , who is seen carrying a transistor radio and holding the hand of little Peggy ( first appearance here in scene 5 ) . Nearby , Baby Blue Samsonite ( Sammy ) is almost asleep until Peggy steps onto her , climbing into the swaying hammock … the scent of plumeria bushes , a sweet aroma , drifts sweetly like the gentle mist on naked skin of a rainbow low in the heavens . See here the moon , rolling down the boulevard in the sky lighting up this hazy scene .

note to cameraman : 3 min. Close-up of Peggy as she falls asleep while the following lullaby is playing on the transistor radio .

Goodnight My Angel

Goodnight my angel ,

Time to close your eyes

And save those questions for another day

I think I know what you’ve been asking me

I think you know what I’ve been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you

And you should always know

Wherever you may go

No matter where you are

i never will be away .

 

Goodnight my angel

Now it’s time to sleep

And still so many things I want to say

Remember all the songs you sang for me

When we went sailing on an emerald bay

And like a boat out on the ocean

Im rocking you to sleep

The waters dark

And deep inside this ancient heart

Youll always be a part of me .

 

Goodnight my angel

Now it’s time to dream

And dream how wonderful your life will be

Someday your child may cry

And if you sing this lullabye

Then in your heart

There will always be a part of me .

 

Someday well all be gone

But lullabies go on and on …

They never die

Thats how you

And I

Will be .

written and sung by Billy Joel

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Cameraman : focus on Olivia where only the universal rhythm of the waves are heard.

Olivia , once again , sees beyond the breakers , waves that bleed from grey to white , a white horizon where everything melts into everything else , like a ghost in the night . Bells chime , “she is here to bear witness “. And now , a single , unattached to a house , window appears like a vision with Olivia looking in , out at the sea and then  1000 miles down to the seabed .

Cameraman : long underwater scenes with sea life , dolphins and coral until there lies Peggy , looking up from underneath , peaceful in the deep cathedral of the ocean .

Music : Harp playing with the passionate voice of  Florence + the Machine  singing

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This scene fades away to Tavisha at the distant end of the beach walking towards them after writing her lost loves name in the sand .

She is talking to herself . The alchemy of her own salty ocean tears begins to drop onto her toes , nails colored pink , pink like the inside of oyster shells , feet still like those of her girlhood .

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Narrator ( Abu ) : Earlier on this day , when the beach had been noisy with families and children , Tavisha had often stopped in wonder , awe , and admiration for the pathway of sand castles being created . Ones with delicate peeks and well thought out moats above dug out rivers , others larger and strong with fish , stars and mermaid intricately designed . But now this world is changing from sunny noon bright heat  to twilight where a dolphin is suddenly seen jumping out of the waves and the sound of the pounding hoofs of Waipios wild horses is heard in the dusk of the distant valley .

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Music playing from Dire Staits ( Alchemy Album )

Abu continues narration :

Tavisha swims into the rolling waters and when she emerges cleansed , back to shore she is weeping , weeping for her lost youth … gone now . A heart bruised and a body broken , tired more , aging fast , sleeping more , crying more , life meaning more . And now see the tears dried from the lovely strong wind and look , look as she sees the sand castles now being washed from the beach  as the tide rises . Look , how beautiful they  suddenly are ( so much more than before ) . The edges smooth , the forms simple and softened round , no details left  … only the hint of a castle now with its soul exposed into something strangely fat and alive making a map to another planets dimension  seem only a mile away . Something surreal , surreal with ancient amazing beauty .  The wind blows her hair , blows it like the waves blow the sand into a perfection sweet like silky soft baby hair .

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Scene closes with window close-up in which a multitude of stars are seen thru the pane and a falling star lands in the eyes of Tavisha , bells tinkling , Baby Blue humming , Peggy sleeping , Olivia silent  and the grapefruit moon beaming it’s reflection on the floating windowsill .

Music : ” Closing Time ” instrumental played by Tom Waits

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Scene # 6 :  Stormy Clouds

 

Narrator : Abu watching over Peggy as she dreams

She walks to the center of the grassy fields that she use to play in . She is ready . This life is to curl . She wants the storm to wash her away like water does to sand . She is a sandcastle and this is her wave . She is ready to get washed away . Hush , hush , hushing …

 

to be continued