Astral Ash

I will not have a carved tombstone; the wind will carry me. I've stayed in one place long enough; one place, one form, one old tome. I will not lie beneath the soil, and compost for you see; I've stayed in one place one enough on the wayward wind I'll be. Astral ash, silvered cinders, see the hills crest, the vale deep, the tallest pines won't be enough; snowcovered peaks; be my home. The jungles deep will shelter me in flowers rouge, I'll roil. I've stayed in one place long enough. I'll ride rapids to the sea. Not in a crypt, nor box, nor vase none of them for I decree; I've stayed in one place long enough the brash wind will carry me. * Dedicated to Andie & Fredrick for the inspiration.