Familiar Realm

Stars align,
Their flicker, their heat, their glow,
All an illusion.
For all we know they're dead...
Dead like flowers tricked into thinking it's Spring.

We've counted them endlessly,
Shared the same sight,
The same body heat, the same friction.

Gazing into the distance,
A figment of our imagination,
A memory covered in dust,
Brushed off.

Closing my eyes,
I am surrounded by blues, purples...
The warmest colors.
It almost reminded me of pre-birth.

Oh to be reborn.
Exploring a realm so familiar.
Yet from thousands of years ago.