Hope: Merge With the Large

money, always, easily slipped through my fingers lands that i tried to own also slid quickly from my hand the bed i slept in the night someone else secretly occupied in the day the juvenile bird i cuddled in my bosom to give warm comfort and a nest flew away to build her own my remains too, soon the fire will consume leaving, perhaps, my soul to merge with that larger soul that welcomingly smiles from behind the veil