I learned the truth at seventeen That Asimov and Bradbury and Clarke were alphabetically my very perfect ABC's While Algernon ran every maze and slow glass hurt my heart for days I sat and played a sweet guitar and Martians grokked me from afar Odd John was my only friend among the clocks and Ticktockmen, while Anne Mccaffrey's dragons roared above the skies of Majipoor Bukharan winds blew cold and sharp and whispered to my secret heart "You are no more alone "Welcome home" Tribbles came, and triffids went Time got wrinkled, then got spent Kirinyaga's spirits soared and Turtledove re-write a war While Scanners searched, and loved in vain Hal Nine Thousand went insane and Brother Francis had an ass whose wit and wile were unsurpassed Every story I would read became my private history as Zenna's People learned to fly and Rachel loved until we cried I spent a night at Whileaway then Houston called me just to say "You are no more alone "so welcome home" Who dreams a positronic man? Who speaks of mist, and grass, and sand? Of stranger station's silent tombs? Of speech that sounds in silent rooms? Who waters deserts with their tears? Who sees the stars each thousand years? Who dreams the dreams for kids like me Whose only home is fantasy? Let's drink a toast to ugly chickens Marley's ghost, and Ender Wiggins Every mother's son of you, and all your darling daughters, too And when the aliens finally come, we'll say to each and every one "You are no more alone "so welcome home "Welcome home"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
