I am walking late in the dust. 
Shadows of walls fall down, 
And through vines I can see 
Moonlight across stream and road. 

Songs that I sang before come 
Softly once again,
And the shadows of uncounted journeys 
Cross my way.

Wind and snow and the heat of years 
Echo in my steps,
Summer night and blue lightning, 
Storm and travel weariness.

Brown and full of this world's abundance 
I feel myself drawn
Once more,
Until my path turns into the dark.
 

Hermann Hesse