Melting Winds

The melting winds of tomorrow are dissolving my dreams today. The aspirations that I reached for are crumbling in my hand. Soon there will be purple nothingness where my dreams used to be. The more I try to grasp them the more the images waste away. Soon I’ll have nothing inside the silken purse just vacant ashes where my dreams used to be. How could this happen? How could my world go this wrong? What made the melting winds of tomorrow want to take all this away from me? Maybe when tomorrow comes it will tell me the answers I seek. Until then I’ll have to wait while the melting winds of tomorrow finally close my day today.