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.