{ Requiem on Water }
{ Life and Death }
The water had a glassy coat of painted vibrancy, the rise of the early dawn giving it new colors. The two figures stood at the edge of the planks of memories, taking in the golden rays that spread across their field of vision. The two silhouettes chimed with happiness, smiling their smiles of youth and unwavering hopes. Gentle waves felt soft against the Kayak's peeling paint body, creating a rocking bed for the two figures to sit, their periwinkle eyes glittering with mischief. In return, the Kayak shuddered as they boarded, gurgling with joy as well, the two silhouette's weight becoming a weight that the Kayak would learn to enjoy to carry, even more than it did now.
With smooth skinned hands and patterned arms, they lifted the paddles, dipping the duo in the melancholy water. Their first stroke disrupted the water, ripples forming in chains of little drops, changing to large rings behind, leaving a path. In a wobbled line, trying to figure out the ways of the paddles and directions to go, the two did it with a giggle. A happy chortle of an oops or wrong way, but the response was always a forgiving one, remembering the learning stage of such things. The sun was rising at a steady pace, as the Kayak was moving with grace along the surface.
The water was no longer shallow with the small minnows and sinking sand, with little rocks and pebbles. It was getting deeper, as the two embraced the shadows on the surface, taking in the distorted faces, but were careful not to get too distracted. Too distracted with the lifeless eyes of their twins down below, to avoid their mocking glance of smooth beauty. To continue forward, to the darkest liquid, in the very center.
A thin white blanket formed over the lake, their path blinded by the fog of the deepening water, deepening lines along their faces as they searched. Avoiding the rocks best they could, they still came, they still hit the Kayak and rocked it from side to side. The weary marks forming on the two's faces were deepened with each little hit. Though, when a dent was made, a small chip, the two shadows would hold eachother's hand, giving a sense of faith to eachother. And the peek of the undampered shimmering rays hitting their changed faces, gave a new light.
Reaching the end of the blindness, reaching the calm of mute suspension, to the darkest water. The evergreen's reflected in the showcase below, sinking someplace far but certain, the two knew they'd be there soon. Though, with a pearl smile, and a diamond laugh, the silhouette's stood uneasily, tottering the worn Kayak they had grown to love. Hand in hand, they toppled backwards back into the boat, happiness radiating into everything around the small boat, making everything brighter.
The bright blue of mystery was changing into lavenders and pastel colors of the ending day. The figures knew it was time for them to leave. One figure, with wrinkled features and a soft smile, stood at the edge of the Kayak. Letting go of the other one's hand, the one figure stood at the very edge, taking in the sunlight before it turned to a deep red, and took the plunge. The water was disrupted, small white caps forming on the waves, and the softened hands that had once held the paddles of the Kayak, disappeared some place far but certain.
Though her arms and legs were under, love would be the echo in her ears when all was lost and plundered, the love would there still. She sunk to the place far below the surface, where the new light shown, and was only of mere suspension. The other figure, now alone in the battered Kayak, took both paddles and made smaller ringlets in the surface, traveling back to the wooden planks of memories, to find the next figure standing by the screen door of the beginnings. The wave short and sweet, calling to the paddling figure, for they would go out the next break of dawn.
{ True, it's chilling to behold, the land of mere suspension, but one day we must go. }
