Come With Me

A thousand thousand worlds await
So close your eyes, sit up straight
Or lay back, the choice is yours
As some worlds we shall explore

Turbulent skies and windswept plains
Sun-drenched beaches where it hardly rains
Sheer cliff faces, that are harsh and cold
And magical vistas that never grow old

Lakes crystal clear and fresh and cool
Full of fish within their ample schools
Exotic animals come to drink
We sit down to watch and have a think

Lightning flashes across the sky
And when thinking done we shall fly
Attached only by ethereal cord
Across an ocean, blue and broad

We reach a land charred and black
Ruined by industry from way back
Nature reclaiming what she can
But nothing like when things began

We fly again to plateaus of ice
Blues and whites, crisp and nice
Snowflakes fall, cool winds swirl
Exhale and watch your breath unfurl

As twilight settles, out come the stars
Some quite close, others from afar
We pinpoint one, our destination’s set
And with an open mind
We shall watch and see
Exactly just how good the going gets


12 Comments on “Come With Me

    • Thanks, Jo. It does look like stained glass, but it’s an abstract creation of a strange world (or strange creation of an abstract world!) using an Artrage app I have on my mobile phone. I’ve adjusted the brightness to make it look all the more stranger.


  1. Good poem Tom! 🙂

    The picture reminds me of an ice storm I saw once: Everything shrouded in ice! 🙂

    God Bless!


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