A Name

The Noble Star The name a gen randomly chose The Noble Star A poet’s dreams from worlds afar It isn’t me so I propose Anamnesis the one I chose The Noble Star A whispered past A memory I can recall A whispered past I think the runes have thus been cast Anamnesis, a thought so small Reflecting dreams from spring to fall A whispered past A memory Once known in a vague sort of way A memory Déjà vu – well, yes it could be A silent thought of yesterday Is heard as roaming dreams replay A memory.