Blue Days
Blue days race
to starry nights.
Candles plunge
to panting dreams.
Power is brief.
The mounting sun
with youthful strength
lusts for noon’s brightest heights,
but ennui runs deep and gently receives
the sun’s fading fire,
night’s growing pyre.
Steven Federle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-days/
