That November night, looking up into the sky,
"Hey, wish that was me up there--
It's the biggest rocket I could find,
And it's holding the night in its arms.
If only for a moment.
I can't see the look in its 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 its journey
Home to the quickening ground,
With no one there to catch it.
Same time last year: http://prrtyfood.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-with-bang-but.html