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.
You wear your heart on your sleeve in this melancholy poem, David and your 'melting winds' beautifully describe the angst you feel. I'm sure your words will be read by many who nod their heads in recognition. It's certainly reassuring to read the hint of hope in the final few lines. A wistful little poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I am afraid someday the entire world might melt away too. (smile) Hard to escape it's vast hands sometimes, isn't it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The melting winds of tomorrow will find us all in those last few breaths of our time here. I no longer fear them I have no regrets, no amends I'm afraid to make and no resentments to hold on to as the wind melts me away. So I'll just live for this day and enjoy reading your magic verse......10