Scene 3rd

The scene is a “Coffee House,” of the old Beatnik era.  The air is smoky, the conversation level is a low hum, on stage there is a poet, shaved head, small goatee reading his work to the sound of bongo drums aimlessly being slowly played.  It doesn’t matter what poem he’s reading, as long as it’s not one of mine—in this case.  The spotlight rests on a table where Dexter is sitting with Rhiannon.

DECKER: aside This is stupid.  What the hell am I doing here, and with her?  Did I ask her out?  Did she ask me?  I don’t remember…but I’m here with the woman that I’ve always longed for.  God, she’s beautiful.  All most too beautiful, it’s painful to look at her for too long,  but I can’t tear my eyes away. 

End aside, speaks to her directly, leaning towards her.

I hope my staring at you isn’t too obvious or annoying?

RHIANNON: “Annoying?” Dr Powell, I’m flattered, smiles warmly

DECKER:  Please,  call me Decker, or Deck, it’s what all my friends do.

Aside, Did I really say I had “no desire to touch her?” I lied to myself then.”

RHIANNON: Okay, Deck?  I like it,

DECKER: You?  I’m afraid to use words to tell you what I feel when I look at….

RHIANNON: What’s wrong?

DECKER: This, this is all wrong.   I have no business here, with you.  You’re 25 years  younger than me, educated, and beautiful.   You should be with someone your own age…

RHIANNON: Deck, I’d hoped that the age thing wouldn’t bother you,  I thought, some how I could, maybe, try to hold your interest?   I’ve read every poem you’ve written, and dreamed I could see your magic land…Only a man who’s suffered the way you have could ever write such deep moving poetry.  I’m feel almost ashamed to say it, but I took your course, and read the works you assigned, just so I could meet you.  I know I’m younger than you, but Decker?  Can I say it?

DECKER: aside O, dear God,  my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest. What is she saying?  She wants to be with me?  Hold my interest?  O dear and loving God.  Can she say “IT?” That word?  The word I fear as much as I do her name? End of aside   Since the moment you walked into the classroom I’ve dreamed of you, and nothing else.  I looked at you and couldn’t stop looking.  You are the most incredible human being I’ve ever met.   If I weren’t so damn ugly and old you’d have to be careful….

RHIANNON: spoken, Dear you’re NOT too ugly, and you’re never to old to fall in love. sung

My heart and soul, my dearest love,

let there be an end to fear. 

 Heaven awaits, in just one word, say it and be free.

 

DECKER:   Not this time again

RHIANNON:   No age at all, just endless dreams that take

DECKER: I dare not feel what I want to feel,

 RHIANNON:  Us far from pain and care

DECKER:  I’m too old to think of holding you,

RHIANNON:  Heaven awaits us, in just one word, say it and be free.

DECKER:  It would be death again, to feel, as my heart wants to feel.

RHIANNON:  My love, my dear be still,

DECKER:   My Heart breaks for lack of what it never had,

RHIANNON:  I wait here, lonely for your love.

DECKER:   Dare not have; breaks for love of one I fear to love,

RHIANNON:  I wait in tears

DECKER:  I cannot speak your name.

RHIANNON: Why must you so delay with words what you heart longs to feel?

  DECKER:  I’m too old, too old to fall in love,

RHIANNON: Come dear one, let me fill you with my…

DECKER:  not this time, not again.

RHIANNON:  Come my darling, put off these doubts.

DECKER:  I dare not feel what I want to feel,

RHIANNON: Heaven awaits you, in just one word, say it and be free.

DECKER:  I dare not care for you

RHIANNON:  Why are your words keeping you from my arms?

  Could you but hear my thoughts you’d fly to me,

and let me fill your empty heart.

 

DECKER:  The thought of you, of your sweet lips,

 untouched by mine. 

Never touched by mine, never to be touched by mine. 

RHIANNON:  My love, my dear, there’s nothing for you to fear.

DECKER:  I’m too old, too old to fall in love.

RHIANNON:  My heart is warm, longing for you.

DECKER: But yet, this time,

RHIANNON:   Heaven awaits you, in just one word, say it and be free.

DECKER:  Somehow tonight, just now.

RHIANNON:  My empty soul longs for you waiting

DECKER:  It seems

RHIANNON:  Empty, dearest love, come fill it.

DECKER: After all these years, could it be?

I shall feel…

 

RHIANNON:  My love, my dear, there’s nothing more for you to fear.

DECKER:  what I long to feel, I will perhaps care for you,

RHIANNON:  My lips are warm and scented, lonely for yours my love.

DECKER: After all.

RHIANNON:  Heaven awaits you, in just one word, say it and be free.

DECKER:  Yes heaven awaits me in just one name, a name I fear to say

RHIANNON:  Wait in tears, why must you so delay with words?

 DECKER:  I’ve feared the thought of you,

the sight of you,

Weakness fills me at the sight of your sweet face. 

I wake from sleep and grieve the empty space,

 both in my bed, and in my heart….

 

RHIANNON:  O, Dearest love, I’ve come for you; my heart and bed are yours

DECKER:  I’m not too old?  Too old to feel this way?

RHIANNON:  My love, my dear, you’re never to old,

  Not now, not ever.

 

DECKER:  Could heaven rest in but one word, I’d say it and be free.

RHIANNON:  Heaven awaits you, in my name, say it and be free.

DECKER:  Heaven rests, dear God, in one sweet name.

RHIANNON:  Say it and be mine

DECKER:  Rhiannon, blessed and sweet is that name.

RHIANNON:  My dearest love.

DECKER: I shall love you; it does seem so, after all.

RHIANNON:   Heaven awaited us, in just one word, you’ve said it, and we are free.

DECKER:  I’m not too old

RHIANNON:  You’re not too old

THEY: To fall in love……….

RHIANNON:  Please?

DECKER:  I’m not too old?

RHIANNON:  You’re not too old

DECKER: To fall in love again?

RHIANNON: To BE in love

DECKER: To be in love again?

RHIANNON: Decker?

DECKER: Yes, Rhiannon, lovely Rhiannon.

RHIANNON:  Can you say it now?

DECKER: Yes, Rhiannon, yes my love, yes.  I love you, Rhiannon, I love you.  

 

They embrace, kiss deeply, stand apart holding hands, kiss again and sit.  As they sit staring at each other figures in black bring cups of coffee and sit them in front of them.

EILLAINE: Why doesn’t it thrill me to see them like that? 

LAURAL:  Jealousy, sister?

The man in a Business suit approaches the table and stands in front of them.

JACK PATCH:  Pardon me ladies, but over hearing your conversation—they look at him, and then do a double take as he finishes—and I think we might have some interests in common here.

EILLAINE & LAURAL: You here? What?

BUSINESS: May I join you?

EILLAINE:   Very well, where have you been?

BUSINESS:  Going to and fro among the Son’s of Men.

LAURAL: Later, we’ll talk, right now the entertainment’s beginning—on stage as well.

HOST: Okay, tonight’s “open mike,” un-spontaneous and totally rehearsed; For our opening act we present: Joel Eckerd,

JOEL: Carries a guitar with him, sits on a stool,  Hi there,

AUDIENCE: Hi Joel

JOEL: This first song isn’t one of mine, it’s from a collection called “Heart of My Soul,”  This one I believe was written with us guys in mind—us he men types who have fallen in love and then done something so incredibly stupid and irrevocably final that we will kick ourselves for the rest of our lives.  It’s called “The Color of Your Hair.”

It hurts when I admit goodbye,

Came from my empty soul,

And not your dear sweet heart.

Not your heart, not your voice, nor your love filled eyes.

But from my heartless soul it came,

My source of endless sighs

 

I loved you from a distance,

Worshipped from afar,

Cherished the passing sight of you,

The color of your hair.

 

Dreamed of your eyes that pierced my heart,

That saw the deadness residing there.

 

It hurts when I admit I said goodbye,

Not you, not your voice, not your soft voice,

Nor your deep and loving eyes.

 

I loved you  from a distance,

Adored you from afar,

Held myself safe from love,

By calling you by another’s name,

By idolizing you, to my everlasting shame.

 

I loved you from a distance,

Worshipped from afar,

Cherished the passing sight of you,

The color of your hair.

 

I couldn’t see your need; I couldn’t hear your pain.

I turned you into a goddess, dear,

It kept me safe, afar.

 

It hurts when I admit goodbye,

Came from my empty soul

And not your dear sweet heart,

Not you, not your voice, not your loving eyes.

 

I loved you from a distance,

Worshipped from afar,

Cherished the passing sight of you,

The color of your hair.

 

You saw me at a distance,

Saw me hiding there,

Watched and smiled at the sight of me,

And gently called my name.

 

I loved you from a distance,

Worshipped from afar,

Cherished the passing sight of you,

Dreamed of your eyes that pierced my heart,

That saw deadness  there.

 

I heard you call me from a distance,

I rose as though to speak,

I saw your face so perfect,

So ideal and so dear,

I shuddered then, my empty soul

Filled suddenly with fear.

 

I loved you from a distance,

Worshipped from afar,

Cherished the passing sight of you,

The color of your hair.

 

It hurts when I admit goodbye,

Came from my empty soul

And not your dear sweet heart,

Not you, not your voice, nor your loving eyes.

 

I didn’t see my need; I didn’t hear my pain,

I turned from you, as a goddess dread,

It kept me safe afar.

 

I loved you from a distance,

Worshipped from afar,

Cherished the passing sight of you,

The color of your hair.

 

Empty years have passed for me,

Earth’s deities have died.

The one I worshipped from afar,

Thought I’d deified,

Looked still upon my deadened soul,

And her dear eyes then cried.

 

It hurt when I admitted goodbye

Came from my empty soul,

Not your dear sweet heart,

Was but my fear that stayed my leap

To love’s embrace, so near

Not your love filled eyes

That saw my heartless soul so clear.

 

Now in my eternal tower, grim I sit,

I think upon your love filled eyes,

Upon the sound of your sweet voice,

And the color of your hair.

 

Loud applause, Joel stands there for a while, bowing.

RHIANNON:  That’s one of your.

DECKER: He did it a favor with that voice.

RHIANNON: That’s such a lovely song, but so sad.  Who wrote the melody?

DECKER: A friend of mine down in Ypsi.

HOST:  Joel will be back later, right now we have a young man from Essexville who’s going to present a song of his own creation, welcome the one, the only Mojo Man, Mojo Ed.

MOJO:  Hi gang, good to be back…

AUDIENCE: Hey Mojo, sing it Mojo.

MOJO: Hey I know what you want—you want the “Battle of the Tooteling Frogs”

AUDIENCE: Laughing and applauding, YEAH, Sing it Bob…

MOJO: strumming and singing

One day my Bonnie and me went down to the

Roxie movie show, saw a Johnny Mac and five cartoons

Plus episode three of “The Phantom Kingdom,”

Now

Such an afternoon we had,

Two popcorns, three orange pops, two Moon Pies,

And a shared RC.

And as we left, a felt a small hunger still a stirring,

So I grabbed a box of Good and Plenty’s there,

Black and white, and pink they were.

 

Now down past the old town swamp we passed, and as we went

I struck up a tune on that good ole box,

A tootlin tune, the kind that,

Only G&P’s can give.

 

Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude,

Said, “Bobby,  my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

Everybody

 

AUDIENCE: Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude

Said, Bobby, my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

So I told her I’d never argue with her mom, and the G&P’s

Were all wet by then, so I tossed the box right o’er the fence

Right to the fen,

Then the fun, it all began.

 

Cause before we walked but another five feet Bonnie looked at me

Said “I thought you stopped that tootlin tune?”

Said I, “Bonnie, sweet, I did.”

 

But sure enough, and right she was, that sound was

Still a coming, and right from where we was.

 

Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude,

Said, “Bobby,  my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Everybody

 

AUDIENCE: Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude

Said, Bobby, my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

We looked a bit right over the fence—and now

To add to the suspense,

We saw that box a floating there, and making noise

In the air.

 

Then suddenly it all jumped up, and big old bull frog was a tootlin there,

A tootlin that good old box,

He was a tootlin there.

 

Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude,

Said, “Froggy,  my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Everybody

 

AUDIENCE: Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude

Said, Froggy, my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Froggy he says to me, and he says to her,

“This isn’t food to me dear kids, it’s music for my soul.

The more I play these G&P’s the finer

That I feel.

And the greater is my sex appeal

 

Then up jumped another frog so bold—yelped and this what

He told.

Said he, to Bonnie sweet and me,

“T'ain’t fair what you all has did, to this here frog,

made him king of this old bog.”

 

His tootlin sweet has got my croaking beat, so what’s a frog to do?

I’ll you what kids so cute—bring back another box

Real quick, or face a froggy’s quick law suit

 

 Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude,

Said, “Froggy,  my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Everybody

 

AUDIENCE: Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude

Said, Froggy my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Now if there’s a thing would scare a soul, it’s the thought

Of lawyers out of control on a sunny day,

So we let the frogs all have their way.

 

Back to the movie show we ran, I tolt her then,

Just hold my hand, and faster you will run.

Will, quick as the topic’s said

The deed it was soon done.

 

Now we headed back to the old swamp hole, and

Quick as we could be, we tossed over the fence

The pretty box of good old G and P’s

 

Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude,

Said, “Froggy,  my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Everybody

AUDIENCE: Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude

Said, Froggy my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Now many a year has passed away, and my

Bonnie and me live far away, but every now and then in spring

I think I hear the oddest thing.

 

I think I hear two bull frogs deep, and tootlin away on their

Boxes of good old G&P’s

 

And

Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude,

Said, “Froggies,  my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

Everybody

AUDIENCE: Now Bonnie she said she thought it crude

Said, Froggies my mom told me never to tootle my food.”

 

HOST: Laughing, Thank you Bob!  Bob’ll be back later folks, when we do the Hooten Nanny thing. Thanks again, Robert.

 Now, this next performer is new to our stage, but has had great reviews on other stages, at least that’s what he tells me.  Let’s have a big hand for Falto de Nombre, straight here from Argentina—or so it says here.

EILLAINE: What did he say the name was?

LAURAL: I didn’t hear...the noise in here’s pretty bad

NO NAME: Silence fills my room a deadened soundless tomb

I’m too old, to old for love

My graceless and empty heart,

Cries out,

I’m too old, too old to be in love.

Sits alone and grieves its part in the loss

Of the love I had sought.

I fear it has lost, what it could not have, no matter the price,

Was that which would put aside

Too old to feel this way

This night's killing chill.

 

Was not for your heartless soul

To love a Goddess pure

T love one such as you

T’was not, for in my parts, I was far too weak, too shame filled,

Love was a terror filled dream

Too wrapped in my gloom,

Your youth filled beauty was not to blame

Was my ancient lust that

Caused me shame

Caused me to see the light

Death had lit within my tomb.

 

The love I had no right to seek was nowhere seen.

For I’m too old, far too old

Too cold, far too cold

To be in love

With you

 

EILLAINE:  O, God, look at his medallion

BUSINESS: I see it, the scales with a feather on one dish.  The Nameless One.

 

 Death's finger beckoned, pointed  direction

To follow to stillness

An end to all my eternal ills.

Who could love you, he said?

Were you not better in your silent nameless numbing fear?

 

For fool that you are,  why sought you such a star?

You sought a love, beyond your realm, Earthly flesh bound man.

As far beyond where you are

As moon is from air

Love for you?

Death laughed.

Hollow ringing laughter  

 

EILLAINE:  We’ve got to do something, look at Decker—  

 

NO NAME: Filling, Ringing, Filling, Ringing, Filling,  Ringing laughing

The finger points to the hollow grave,

Asks if you dare, are you now so brave,

As to enter the final silent cast

Or will you stay a coward, then too to the last?

Figures in Black appear and hold her chair as Rhiannon rises from her seat, the light on Falto dims and the light on her intensifies so that she seems to glow with a gold brightness.  She appears to be almost floating above the ground.  She faces Falto and says:

RHIANNON: CEASE!

He hesitates, almost stutters, but continues.  The brightness continues to grow around her.

NO NAME:  I stand and poised consider the door

See it locked

See it blocked

Consider dying once more.

The sounds of birds singing begins and slowly begins to overcome his singing, he raises his voice louder, but unsure.

NO NAME:  But for one more time, I turn away

A coward I but I will return a new day.

Till darkness descends, and I leave

All my friends, and sit alone in the gloom

a deadened and soundless tomb,

 

 Contemplate my graceless and empty heart,

 Grieve then the missing and most precious part.

That love I had sought thought my love had bought,

Was once again lost, and no matter the cost,

Came the sobering chill of night

Again the sound of death

Laughing  

 

LAURAL: That’s one of Decker’s own songs, being thrown at him.

EILLAINE: His words twisted, distorted, to mean suicide, to mean death.

NO NAME: stops singing, his voice is now echoing and hollow: he looks at the sisters, then at Rhiannon: I am charged by I AM WHO AM, to judge this one’s soul.  Goddess though you are, High Queen, I will not be deterred.

Jack patch rises to his feet, aided by the Figures in Black

JACK PATCH: I believe the Lady told you to cease, it’s very bad manners to ignore her—and dangerous, even for you.  So I believe that will be just about enough of that, thank you.

NO NAME: I’m amazed that even you would dare to interfere in His will for this mortal.  Are you deaf?  I said I AM WHO AM has sent me to judge this mortal.  To weigh his soul I must have his life.  Will you take it, or shall I kill him here and now?

JACK PATCH: Have you considered exactly where you are?  Haven’t you noticed something a little different about this Coffee House?  Are you such a fool as to not notice the name before you came to sing here?  Did you not think I spoke enough Spanish to know the meaning of your name? Laughs evilly, maniacally the laughter grows louder and echoes around the room drowning out all sounds

NO NAME: Enough, for now you hold the floor.  I see my haste to fulfill my Lord’s appointed chore caused my human form to ignore just where this building was. I must admit, my Lady, looking at Rhiannon  I did not think to find you, nor God’s own daughters dwelling here, in hell. There is a flash of light, and he disappears.

The four of them sit down, Decker slowly stirs, Lights start swirling madly, lights of many colors. 

 

 

Prologue
Book ONE

Preface

The Past
The Hopeless State
Awakening Nightmare
The True Awakening
The Corrections
The Teacher Responds
The Flame Remembered
The First Ending of the Light
The End of the First Book

Table of Contents

Preface
Book TWO
Act One - Scene One
Act One - Scene Two
Act One - Scene Three
Act One - Scene Four
Act Two - Scene One
Act Two - Scene Two
Act Two - Scene Three
Act two - Scene Four

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