The blueness dies out my eyes tonight,
The red gold of my heart. O how still the light burns!
Your cloak of sadness encircles the long descent.
Your red lips seal your friend's unhinging.
Georg Trakl (1887-1914). 12/16/2015.
©2015 by Trevon S. Haywood
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
