Back in the day when where we lived was never so important as how we lived, we hung love beads in door-ways; Dream Catchers where we dreamt; and we always burned incense. We converted old telephone-line spools into tables; and hung plants in macramé hangers we made ourselves. 

We were writers of words and riders on Harleys. We lit candles, sat on floor pillows, and chilled to the voice of Al Green. We were mellow and we were happy.

Then they told us we would never find rainbows in the moonlight so we’d better stop looking. We believed their rhetoric, ran through the nonsensical with the flow and, like everyone else from the day, we weren’t mellow and happy anymore, though we were told we were. We set aside our dreams only to become who we were not, because that was the way of it.

  

It’s been a very long road from there to here, but they were right, had we have stayed where we were, we would never have found the rainbows. Now, when the moon lights up the night, all the colors glisten, so you see, to get here we had to go there.

"Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent as a guide from beyond."

Rumi