Lana Ravensky 38  

The wind is blowing, blowing over the grass.

It shakes the willow catkins; the leaves shine silver.

Where are you going, wind? Far, far away

Over the hills, over the edge of the world.

Take me with you, wind, high over the sky.

I will go with you, I will be rabbit-of-the-wind,

Into the sky, the feathery sky and the rabbit.

The stream is running, running over the gravel,

Through the brooklime, the kingcups, the blue and gold of spring.

Where are you going, stream? Far, far away

Beyond the heather, sliding away all night.

Take me with you, stream, away in the starlight.

I will go with you, I will be rabbit-of-the-stream,

Down through the water, the green water and the rabbit.

In autumn the leaves come blowing, yellow and brown.

They rustle in the ditches, they tug and hang on the hedge.

Where are you going, leaves? Far, far away

Into the earth we go, with the rain and the berries.

Take me, leaves, O take me on your dark journey.

I will go with you, I will be rabbit-of-the-leaves,

In the deep places of the earth, the earth and the rabbit.

Frith lies in the evening sky. The clouds are red about him.

I am here, Lord Frith, I am running through the long grass.

O take me with you, dropping behind the woods,

Far away, to the heart of light, the silence.

For I am ready to give you my breath, my life,

The shining circle of the sun, the sun and the rabbit.

Giant-Size Man-Thing number four you are Eleanor
Don't say a thing for me or for him
Just pretend you are our friend until the end

Don’t speak don’t speak don’t support

Just quietly abhor me

The thing that feels and is not like you

Don’t speak don’t speak don’t support

Just quietly abhor me

The thing that feels and is not like you

I am not like you

So what if you don’t like me and you don’t care how I feel

So what if you can’t see me I know I am really here

So what if you don’t believe in me do you really think I care?

So what if you don’t believe in me I know I am real

I know I am the real thing

Don’t speak don’t speak don’t support

Just quietly ignore me

The thing that feels and is not like you

I am not like you

That November night. looking up into the sky,
You said "Hey, wish that was me up there-
It's the biggest rocket I could find
And it's holding the night in it`s arms
If only for a moment.
I can`t see the look in it`s eyes
But I`m sure it must be laughing".

But it seemed to me the saddest thing I`d ever seen
And I thought you were crazy wishing such a thing-
I saw only a stick on fire alone on it's journey
Home to the quickening ground with no one there to catch it.

I put on my pointed hat
And my black and silver suit
And I check my gunpowder pack
And I strap the stick on my back
And dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge
Nobody seems to see me
Then with the fuse in my hand
And now shooting into the night
And still as a rocket
I land in the river.

Was it me said you were crazy?
I put on my cloudiest suit
Size 5 lightning boots too
'Cause I am a rocket on fire
Look at me go with my tail on fire