Under a rosy morning sun
I walk the path of memories,
yearning to recover what has
been lost across lifetimes.
You must sense it too, that we have
known each other a very long time,
centuries, millennia, who is to know,
except perhaps our souls?
An achy, distant loss 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 expansion of time; wherever you are,
I am at home.
May it always be true now and for evermore.
Drømmefanger by Kalandra. Drømmefanger translated means “dreamcatcher.”
Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 
“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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Thanks so much, Camilla.
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Beautiful!
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Thanks very much, Ana!
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Your poem is wonderful and means much to me: Home! Read, with the Kalandra music playing, it makes me sad as I search for my Home! 🙏
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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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Thank you for your poem. Also, I was referring to my metaphorical home; even at nearly 75 I’m still not sure of my place in this world. 🙏
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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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