MERGING

I shall not smell the rain
Or hear the breaking of dawn –
A trail of black smoke
Is all that I will be;
A thin sliver of ash and
A boat of flowers, afloat
As my body will bid adieu
To my soul.
I shall not smell the rain –
I will be the rain,
And I will be the breaking dawn.
In nothingness shall I exist.
I will be nothing – yet everything.