Weekly contest week(5) poetry game-day (1)

OH COME

Oh come,
Come see the cloud
The cloud is pregnant
How heavy or soft, yet unknown

Oh come,
Come let's share some stories
Those tales by moonlight we love to hear
Back then in the days of one nation, one people

Oh come,
Come to me wherever you are
You, whom God has preserved for me
So my fantasies can at last be the reality of my pen.