Beam Me Up, Mr. Scott

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


In the time of my life when all seems
So hopeless, barren, self-defeating;
To the nighttime stars my eyes are raised
To send a silent, beckoning greeting.
There has to be a better place
That I can someday go:
There has to be a better life
That I can someday know.
It may come to me with death,
And the solving of the Mystery;
Or from deep within my conscious self,
And learning to live with history.

For all the beauty I behold,
I know my Earth is very old.
As old as the universe I long for.
And it's waiting for that certain doom
That I feel is coming to it soon;
And to us, Space has locked her door.

My mind cries out to a foolish world
That refuses to heed nature's warning.
And my heart weeps for all of us
Who will die in catastrophe's dawning.
So beam me up, Mr. Scott;
I don't want to linger here.
Take me away to the stars with you
And let your ship calm my fear.
I would love to know another life;
And I'd go bravely, yet with tears.
Permission to come aboard, I ask,
But no one ever hears.