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 some ancient part
of me remembers what even
the absence of memory
cannot erase.
You walk beside me and know all of
my shadows, sending light to the dark
corners of my heart.
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.”
Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 