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Lost in a Dream
Lost in a Dream
by Robert Robie
Wandering through the early morning light of the deep forest, a heavily muscled Native American prince trudges along his small dirt path. His warrior eyes speak of dispare and fatigue.
"Wake up, Wake up. I've not dreamt a dream of esctasy, I've made work the blood that courses through. Help your son, Father Sky. You've let your own fail and burn. I've fought a fight to end all wars. Now please upon my princely throne, set down family comforts and family bones. My father's land stretched far and wide, responsibility slows down our eathly tide. Upon this path lies my disdain, hoping to not live long upon this plane. A million men and me are fleeing due to a crease in my mortal being. An idea of warriors, faith and blood seem distant and far, so far away. Wake up, Wake up.
I've been put upon a path of foes, we've lost our fight and my bloodline woes. Help you house, oh dear Lord. You bring us to your higher throne to be defeated and bleed on your step".
He falls to his knees, pulls out his dagger and holds it to his abdomen.
" I still live and breathe and stink, my life bleeds soon to be extinct. Father, forgive my earthly flaws. Fill me with strength and your laws".
The warrior begins to sing his death song when out of the brush a tall, regal male figure materializes from a breeze. This figure is dressed with flowing robes and he moves as if the wind. The warrior has no sense of this figure, making one think that this elongated man is a phantom. The tall figure approaches the warrior in an unheard loving gesture.
(Tall Figure)
"Sweet life, you are a tender song, sweet melody. Loyal brethren, split from the same womb are we. We both sing songs from princely places, our paths formed from changeless changes and now we may exist within this path. Born a king of kings am I, crushed some souls and watched them die. Whence I looked upon my soul, large cracks were found; then my mind found its cue and my spirit healed its wounds. I soared the skies so high above, my spirit filled with love. I wished upon a midnight star and became the wind. I look upon a priceless prince, his soul moves with lines that make him live, twisted love; tarnished wonderment, sweet dove. Have care imposing on thine potential, lift your spirits for better view. Release your senses and care for your blood. Raise yourself, rise up, rise up".
The young warrior stops his death ritual and looks about sensing the tall figure but not seeing him.
(The Prince)
"Seeing without looking, knowing without learning; these thoughts do hurt. Having other thoughts of unknown places, having friends with unseen faces".
(Tall Figure)
Share this fancy flight, young master,; let the universe be explained-by your own self. Answer your own questions dear boy, with love in all come fly and never die".
The Prince rises off his knees.
(The Prince)
An aloneness fills my soul. I wish upon the night's first star to set my goal and not stray to far; what love this gentle path I follow. Again I look above and search for my bloodlines' constellation of love-the love set aside for me, it's gone.What emptiness enters in, what shame. Self torture again slithers in, we embrace, my blood feels heavy. Now this feeling doubles on, what heartland injustices gather on? My army has been crucially crushed and i walk upon this path of dust. I look within a time ago; a time of my early youth. There is my father sitiing atop his steed, how glorious. My heart opens its arms eagerly only to be met by hooves and dirt. To miss something never achieved, what a dream. Wake yourself, wake up, wake up.
(Tall Figure)
My heart, my heart. Sweet prince why do your troubles, trouble you? You have not dreamt a dream of esctasies. You have made work the blood that coarses through. Keep your blood and clear thine mind, open yon doors and there you will find more. Paths will form so you may go; to find what you want. Open thine senses and listen.
The phantom extends his hand, palm up, ahead and waves it across his body and suddenly the faint sounds of a waterfall can be heard. The Prince moves towards it and seems excited.
(The Prince)
Drip drops. Calm upon the family, hot honey- incredible leaps of pain fill my offices until, silky softness. The was a soul has that incredible curve. My lips lonely and waiting, the difference between moments and eternity is lost. So i straighten and have thoughts of pink and blue. What is this new thing I feel? Pray my thick skin will peel. Gentle drops of love cause me to soar. forgotten troubles and family pain have no power and make no gain.
(Tall Figure)
Yon boy asks questions from the heart. How easily swane from grey to blue. Stay on thine path sturdy traveler. Stay for the day when eyes meet no thers land, so conquer this land with love and pride. Gentle clouds converge upon the pallet. The wind which is I, Ramtha, so gently cools thine face. Life is beauty and love. Come fly and never, never die.
(The Prince)
Thunder shudder stagger. My heart has trouble walking its certain way. These feelings, they grow, glorious pain. What is this, can it be love? I wish upon morning's first light that this be true and end my fight. I grow weary and tired of war, Iwant more. I want more.
The young man runs off to be with his waterfall. He begins to swim in the pool below the falls and dives under the water. He seems at peace when a great undertow catches him and begins to suck him into an underwater cave. Being a strong man he thinks it easy to escape at first and then realizes that his life is in trouble. He claws the bottom of the pool and at the last moment finds a root strong enough to hold him. His breath begins to fail him and large black spots begin to dance in his view. He then summons the last of his strength to move ahead clasping roots and begins to escape the pull of the undertow. He barely breaks the surface in time to gasp his deepest breath ever. He falls to the ground.
(The Prince)
I've walked so far to see me lying so sophisticated and straight. Small clusters of flowers grow where I stood and they quickly die. My land is barren, this path so desolate. For something to enter the land I call my own, it seems so comfortable. Now please leave. Why can'y I leave? It came upon my broken path and fixed it with its broken tools, so run away with my dreams, run away. It's like I'm lost in a dream.
The prince falls into a sobbing sleep.
End of Act 1
Lost in a Dream
by Robert Robie
Wandering through the early morning light of the deep forest, a heavily muscled Native American prince trudges along his small dirt path. His warrior eyes speak of dispare and fatigue.
"Wake up, Wake up. I've not dreamt a dream of esctasy, I've made work the blood that courses through. Help your son, Father Sky. You've let your own fail and burn. I've fought a fight to end all wars. Now please upon my princely throne, set down family comforts and family bones. My father's land stretched far and wide, responsibility slows down our eathly tide. Upon this path lies my disdain, hoping to not live long upon this plane. A million men and me are fleeing due to a crease in my mortal being. An idea of warriors, faith and blood seem distant and far, so far away. Wake up, Wake up.
I've been put upon a path of foes, we've lost our fight and my bloodline woes. Help you house, oh dear Lord. You bring us to your higher throne to be defeated and bleed on your step".
He falls to his knees, pulls out his dagger and holds it to his abdomen.
" I still live and breathe and stink, my life bleeds soon to be extinct. Father, forgive my earthly flaws. Fill me with strength and your laws".
The warrior begins to sing his death song when out of the brush a tall, regal male figure materializes from a breeze. This figure is dressed with flowing robes and he moves as if the wind. The warrior has no sense of this figure, making one think that this elongated man is a phantom. The tall figure approaches the warrior in an unheard loving gesture.
(Tall Figure)
"Sweet life, you are a tender song, sweet melody. Loyal brethren, split from the same womb are we. We both sing songs from princely places, our paths formed from changeless changes and now we may exist within this path. Born a king of kings am I, crushed some souls and watched them die. Whence I looked upon my soul, large cracks were found; then my mind found its cue and my spirit healed its wounds. I soared the skies so high above, my spirit filled with love. I wished upon a midnight star and became the wind. I look upon a priceless prince, his soul moves with lines that make him live, twisted love; tarnished wonderment, sweet dove. Have care imposing on thine potential, lift your spirits for better view. Release your senses and care for your blood. Raise yourself, rise up, rise up".
The young warrior stops his death ritual and looks about sensing the tall figure but not seeing him.
(The Prince)
"Seeing without looking, knowing without learning; these thoughts do hurt. Having other thoughts of unknown places, having friends with unseen faces".
(Tall Figure)
Share this fancy flight, young master,; let the universe be explained-by your own self. Answer your own questions dear boy, with love in all come fly and never die".
The Prince rises off his knees.
(The Prince)
An aloneness fills my soul. I wish upon the night's first star to set my goal and not stray to far; what love this gentle path I follow. Again I look above and search for my bloodlines' constellation of love-the love set aside for me, it's gone.What emptiness enters in, what shame. Self torture again slithers in, we embrace, my blood feels heavy. Now this feeling doubles on, what heartland injustices gather on? My army has been crucially crushed and i walk upon this path of dust. I look within a time ago; a time of my early youth. There is my father sitiing atop his steed, how glorious. My heart opens its arms eagerly only to be met by hooves and dirt. To miss something never achieved, what a dream. Wake yourself, wake up, wake up.
(Tall Figure)
My heart, my heart. Sweet prince why do your troubles, trouble you? You have not dreamt a dream of esctasies. You have made work the blood that coarses through. Keep your blood and clear thine mind, open yon doors and there you will find more. Paths will form so you may go; to find what you want. Open thine senses and listen.
The phantom extends his hand, palm up, ahead and waves it across his body and suddenly the faint sounds of a waterfall can be heard. The Prince moves towards it and seems excited.
(The Prince)
Drip drops. Calm upon the family, hot honey- incredible leaps of pain fill my offices until, silky softness. The was a soul has that incredible curve. My lips lonely and waiting, the difference between moments and eternity is lost. So i straighten and have thoughts of pink and blue. What is this new thing I feel? Pray my thick skin will peel. Gentle drops of love cause me to soar. forgotten troubles and family pain have no power and make no gain.
(Tall Figure)
Yon boy asks questions from the heart. How easily swane from grey to blue. Stay on thine path sturdy traveler. Stay for the day when eyes meet no thers land, so conquer this land with love and pride. Gentle clouds converge upon the pallet. The wind which is I, Ramtha, so gently cools thine face. Life is beauty and love. Come fly and never, never die.
(The Prince)
Thunder shudder stagger. My heart has trouble walking its certain way. These feelings, they grow, glorious pain. What is this, can it be love? I wish upon morning's first light that this be true and end my fight. I grow weary and tired of war, Iwant more. I want more.
The young man runs off to be with his waterfall. He begins to swim in the pool below the falls and dives under the water. He seems at peace when a great undertow catches him and begins to suck him into an underwater cave. Being a strong man he thinks it easy to escape at first and then realizes that his life is in trouble. He claws the bottom of the pool and at the last moment finds a root strong enough to hold him. His breath begins to fail him and large black spots begin to dance in his view. He then summons the last of his strength to move ahead clasping roots and begins to escape the pull of the undertow. He barely breaks the surface in time to gasp his deepest breath ever. He falls to the ground.
(The Prince)
I've walked so far to see me lying so sophisticated and straight. Small clusters of flowers grow where I stood and they quickly die. My land is barren, this path so desolate. For something to enter the land I call my own, it seems so comfortable. Now please leave. Why can'y I leave? It came upon my broken path and fixed it with its broken tools, so run away with my dreams, run away. It's like I'm lost in a dream.
The prince falls into a sobbing sleep.
End of Act 1
