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Rosy morning sunlight scatters
as I walk the path of memories,
yearning to recover what is lost.
You must sense it too; we have
known each other in other worlds,
perhaps past lifetimes.
A loss that aches, buried deep within
my marrow; yet, there is a knowingness
when I am with you that not even the
absence of memory can repress.
You walk beside me and know all of
my shadows, illuminating the dark
corners of my heart and mind.
With you I am home.
Across dimensions, light years,
the expanse of time; wherever you are,
I am home. I know it to be true.

Drømmefanger by Kalandra. Drømmefanger translated means “dreamcatcher.”

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

8 thoughts on “Home”

  1. camilla wells paynter's avatarcamilla wells paynter

    “there is a knowingness
    when I am with you that not even the
    absence of memory can repress.”

    Yes! This is beautiful, and the music is perfect for it!

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    1. Mj Buck's avatarMoongirl Post author

      Thank you so much, Ashley. Yes, I often feel sad when I think of Home, which is probably what inspired this poem. May you find what Home is for you in 2025! Thank you for visiting.

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      2. Mj Buck's avatarMoongirl Post author

        I understood it as metaphorical 😊 I feel similarly, often displaced even amongst my small circle of friends and career. Unsure of where I’m heading but trusting in “my guides” to show me the way.

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