Buh4Bee
06-11-2009, 10:55 AM
Dedicated to all those who have held back the water.
During a time at college, she had stayed out all night. She went out with her best friend and a brainy-ack of a young man. Her best friend had brought him along as a distraction by her wicked flirting ways. As they left, the one began the game of seduction, while the other was not quite so interested in playing, but more absorbed in escaping from her own pain.
Their scene was a landscape of a Victorian beauty. The worn stone steps that lead down to the base of the dam were lined by black steel lampposts. The air was misty and hot as the glow filtered through smoke curling, swirling, and rising up into dim white veil covering the tears of an unwed bride. Here, at the bottom was a rectangular pond, almost a holding basin of some sort, as if one could run their fingers through the cool black glassy water. At the length of the pond draped an old willow tree, father knowledge watching over the poor desperate souls.
The three of them stood there, small swaying happy creatures singing up into the wall of the New Croton dam. “Hold back the water!” A great industrial work of granite bricks stacked against the black sky. “Hold back the water!” Two swaggered as they drank cheap beer. They saluted the mighty cliff as they tipped their aluminum cans back and drank deep. This rebellious act made them happier and sillier as their melodious words became louder and more significant. “Hold back the water!”
The freedom of song and voice filled the air as they staggered up the steps. They climbed to the top of the road where the dammed reservoir waited on the other side of the two lane highway marked by the backdrop of lit houses. With their backs to the walled reservoir, they sang in drunken joy at the passing car while her best-friend pawed at him, smiled and cooed.
This man stood between two preoccupied young women. One heart-broken and empty, the other hungry and energized. She took from him a joy of the moment, a happy revelry, to numb the pain. The maina brought him into her realm, as an observer and sharer of her perceptions. He could sense her need to satiate a deep chasm within. Her ora radiated a dark rushing red. She could die in this color and forever let it seep from her being- a deep scarlet red.
The laughter that left her lips turned him toward her as she looked up into the night sky. She needed no one, really, at this moment. This was evident, because she was detached and without want. That is what drew him closer to her, but still was pulled back by the other by physical desire.
They could see the stars and constellations. The illumination of the archer’s bow eclipsed the broken heart and she smirked at him as an unequivocal surrender to their monitory vices. The resignation united the three and they blew into the sky asunder. This is the leap of faith youth sometimes takes into the barrenness of the dark jeweled world.
She drove them into the light of dawn back to the college campus. The air that washed across their bodies baptized them afresh, because another year was successfully complete. They were done now and they had all held back the water.
During a time at college, she had stayed out all night. She went out with her best friend and a brainy-ack of a young man. Her best friend had brought him along as a distraction by her wicked flirting ways. As they left, the one began the game of seduction, while the other was not quite so interested in playing, but more absorbed in escaping from her own pain.
Their scene was a landscape of a Victorian beauty. The worn stone steps that lead down to the base of the dam were lined by black steel lampposts. The air was misty and hot as the glow filtered through smoke curling, swirling, and rising up into dim white veil covering the tears of an unwed bride. Here, at the bottom was a rectangular pond, almost a holding basin of some sort, as if one could run their fingers through the cool black glassy water. At the length of the pond draped an old willow tree, father knowledge watching over the poor desperate souls.
The three of them stood there, small swaying happy creatures singing up into the wall of the New Croton dam. “Hold back the water!” A great industrial work of granite bricks stacked against the black sky. “Hold back the water!” Two swaggered as they drank cheap beer. They saluted the mighty cliff as they tipped their aluminum cans back and drank deep. This rebellious act made them happier and sillier as their melodious words became louder and more significant. “Hold back the water!”
The freedom of song and voice filled the air as they staggered up the steps. They climbed to the top of the road where the dammed reservoir waited on the other side of the two lane highway marked by the backdrop of lit houses. With their backs to the walled reservoir, they sang in drunken joy at the passing car while her best-friend pawed at him, smiled and cooed.
This man stood between two preoccupied young women. One heart-broken and empty, the other hungry and energized. She took from him a joy of the moment, a happy revelry, to numb the pain. The maina brought him into her realm, as an observer and sharer of her perceptions. He could sense her need to satiate a deep chasm within. Her ora radiated a dark rushing red. She could die in this color and forever let it seep from her being- a deep scarlet red.
The laughter that left her lips turned him toward her as she looked up into the night sky. She needed no one, really, at this moment. This was evident, because she was detached and without want. That is what drew him closer to her, but still was pulled back by the other by physical desire.
They could see the stars and constellations. The illumination of the archer’s bow eclipsed the broken heart and she smirked at him as an unequivocal surrender to their monitory vices. The resignation united the three and they blew into the sky asunder. This is the leap of faith youth sometimes takes into the barrenness of the dark jeweled world.
She drove them into the light of dawn back to the college campus. The air that washed across their bodies baptized them afresh, because another year was successfully complete. They were done now and they had all held back the water.