SEASONS - A cinema poem

A Cinema poem by Russ Camarda...

A journey of a soul awakening to its true nature... The Universe, through the seasons of its experience of itself.
Filmmaker Russ Camarda creates a Cinematic poem using one small camera , no crew and a handful of actors... shooting through different seasons over the course of a few years. Narrated by various performers, featuring the voice of Rosalyn Coleman Williams (Broadways to Kill A Mockingbird), the poem is at once a personal journey and a Universal one.
Death, Birth, Renewal and Return... it is the tale of the Immortal.. dreaming of mortality.


SEASONS

00:00 Summer- (A Memory)
You counted days..
... And months and years. Subtracting them from some idea of what and when we needed to be.
You let go of the summer. Never
satisfied that it was enough. “Somehow there would be more soon... Somewhere it would better...”
What we were supposed to be.
You let go of summer.
Kept thinking "when?..."
You let go You let go of me.
And now you are here... in a memory.
Nostalgic for music you didn't even listen to when it was playing.
You were always counting backwards
to see what you were losing.
The moment got away from you.
I couldn't stay here.
But just for now... I'll let you
listen. Just for now it can be summer.. But don’t stay too long.

05:30 Fall- (A Journey)
… The music of the last dream.
…I can’t remember.
I am not the shape I will soon be.
Wind then stillness
Flashes of light
and now here.
Snapped the branch I was connected to.
This journey, through the air, is filled with her memories.
I consider only This walk… These loves... These sadnesses.
All the homes along quiet streets.
My family.
My children.
A life being fully lived with each stride.
Feeling both the warmth and the chill in the air. The crush of Autumn under my shoes.
The change. The turnover. Momentum.
Each step along the colored path, is the full measure of my living.
Comfort in that.
The movement of it is the living of it.
But, sometimes in dreams, I can feel… others…
Shadows. Seem more real than the substance of the leaves in front of me.
Invisible company along the way.
It is all a passage.
Not between … But of.
I am happy here.
Whatever I was. I am this now.. ...until I am not.
I am the journey..
and I’ll just continue to walk over every rise… and Fall.

09:37 Spring- (A Vow)
Forgetting.
The problem with dreams.
The edges smudging to black... until morning
The air is soft. The breaking light is gentle here.
My thoughts are... young.
The night will wait behind until I return. What is ahead is all I can see... all I can be.
Time, arches its back... Stretches out in long reaches. Every footstep takes days and days. Following the sun.
I make my promises here.
New. Next.
Fragrant and clean.
All the buds, the petals, the branches... all the dancing light..
Every version of what can be...
is possible.
Inside, my stomach trembles. Because the way ahead is so vast and open..
There is just as much possibility to misstep. To repeat the mistakes of another season.
Planting here is a responsibility. One to accept with humility.
I accept it.
And I walk in the blooms.
Forward. To my heart.
To my wonder.
To my astonishment.
To my hope.
To my loves.
This vow Springs from my soul..
...warm as the breeze that folds around me here...
and sure as the change... that is all things.

13:31 Winter- (Acceptance)
How long have I been riding this track?
The warmth of whatever sleep I was in is shivering away
Out of time.
I’m not dressed for this Winter weather.
Dread in the ending of the seasons.
Is that music? Far off... under the wind? Is that...?
Losing the memory.
Shadows of streets I knew.
Ghosts of the places I moved through.
From Cold White... Into Snow Blue
Artificial stars in the expanse of Night.
This is a representation of what I knew.
The Shadows of vague memories
shaped in crowns of thorns.
On these cold and empty roads...I’m scared.
I can barely make out the echoes…
Can almost see smiles, touch the skin...
Who do I punish? What do I forgive?
How long does the reflection last?
In the end it only matters that it does not last.
It is a conversation with myself.
Into the trees, frozen branches,
if I can just close my eyes one more time... maybe…
.......Clean air.
Accept the wind... cold or otherwise.
My Unremarkable entrances and exits.
It’s OK.
A Long, long walk home.
Waves that touch the sky and return home to the ocean.
And there will always be waves.
There will always be ocean.
...they are the same as they are different.
Crest and Trough.
Alone
but, full of company.
My own.
Spring, Fall, Summer... Winter.
Who was I?
I was all of them.
I am that which I have feared.
I am that which I have loved.
I am that which I have never met.
I am.
and I Let it go...
Here is the place of...
Acceptance.
Thank you.
Thank you for it all.