When I die, my atoms will come undone

ghosts in the garden at sunset, Palace De Versailles, France

When I die,

my atoms will come undone.

I’ll be space dust, once again.

The wind will carry me,

and scatter me everywhere,

like dandelions in springtime

I’ll visit worlds and alien moons,

it will be so damn poetic-

until I land on your sandwich.

Garden of Versailles at sunset, Palace De Versailles, France

I do not know the author of this poem, I've searched the internet over, please if you know or find the source, share it here. I would love to acknowledge the source. These photographs were taken in the Garden of Versailles on a magical day.

One of my friends asked "What will you do when you land on my sandwich?"

I replied,  "I will nourish you, be swallowed up and go into your inner world, where I will burst into flames, and become one with you and all the Universe."