When you want to come home again
Just follow the wind. “How shall I know
Which wind travels to the street of my childhood?”
Ask your life’s compatriot, the blue shadow,
Which rushes in front of you,
As if your old age made it younger.
Yes, the man and shadow are a major paradox,
They race each other all their life,
Even though they are but one body, one soul, and one voice.
The shadow might not know how to speak, laugh and pray out loud,
But it certainly knows which wind shall take you to the beginning;
When the southern wind crushes your old bones,
Your shadow shall stand there upright,
Like a beacon without light;
When the south wind sings into your ear,
Your shadow shall dance, inebriated with dreams;
When the northern wind beats against the back of your head,
Your shadow shall always be behind you;
When the eastern wind pushes you forward,
Your shadow shall always be in front of you;
Yes, when you have no map or compass, and the sky gets dark,
Let your shadow be your moss,
And let the wind be your water.
(Walter William Safar was born on August 6th 1958 in Sherman, Texas. He is the author of a number of a significant number of prose works and novels, including “Leaden fog”, “Chastity on sale”, “In the flames of passion”, “The price of life”, “Above the clouds”, “The infernal circle”, “The scream”, “The Devil’s Architect”, “Queen Elizabeth II”, as well as a book of poems.)