Leaves fly the wind across my way
Like dreams brought dry on sorrowed dew;
As night strikes vibrance from the day,
These souls the trail led hard astray;
That love was far too fond to fill
The dawn of passions - loath to stay:
The hours shorten day by day,
In silent lonelyness's chill.

David Zvekic

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hours-shorten-day-by-day/