Trakl
by Steve Luttrell
Is sadness then
the sound of a sonata
the blue chill
of loneliness,
in the black
nightfall sleep?
The soft sound
of the mourning dove
in the mid –
summer twilight.
The boy has
grown old with
the weight of
his words
and death takes
the tone of his dreaming
in the gray dawn
of a new century.