Lost in the dreams of a reality long passed,
I chase the endless sea of glistening stars above,
rebirth just within my grasp.
In my palms rest the essence of light,
Than a construct of physicality,
A form without form,
Just a trail of colors
Threaded through the deceit of a reflection.
With blinding speed does it escape
My clenched fists
Tempting my weary eyes with a coquettish glee.
I stretch to reclaim the radiance
And tread closer to the stars,
Riding on the cosmic dust
Of life once lived long ago.
As I pass through the galaxy,
The light beckons me forward--
Depth of the unknown narrowing as I persevere.
Reaching with both hands open,
I grasp onto the surface of land.
Where my skin meets solid
A wasteland of gas and stone await,
Hope obscuring my eyes from the truth.
Every planet I reach
And the light I chase
A shallow imitation
Of a world long forgotten.