Golden drops of life once resided here. Dreams came just like the differing members of the families did. Now all that remains are empty houses slowly decaying in the heat. All was once clear in my memory, but age brings impurities, challenging my memories. Which now feel rather like a fading rainbow, yet even in darkness I will believe in hope. For I believe that the patterns that once were life, now drift crystal clear in another plain. Like springs water they pour in torrents out into the universe. Liquid memories heading for new worlds. Sparkling like a true rainbow.