Beckon my shadow, now that night is falling,
Now that reason and subjectivity have flown;
The mind is in full flight now, as with reason
Beckon my shadow, the sun has now gone down.
There were footsteps that followed me
Tormented me year after year;
Shawdowlike they were, soft as dreams
And remembering, fast fell the tears.
Beckon my shadow, all is real in half light.
Then my solitary soul dares to dream, yes to dream
As day, in harsh and sober tones muffled my voice:
I didn’t dare to be myself, seen or to seem.