Science Fantasy Poem by Eric Altman

I sound a call, a cry, a final wailing battle hiss.
I walk forever in the morning, waiting for nightfall.
You, silent as a thief in the night, invisible as a stalker.
You walk forever in the night, waiting for mourning.

You see the sun, the moon, the stars and the planets, and the vapor trails that come off the comets.
You see the struggles of gravity to break free and just be.
I am the blood, the flesh, the water and wind, hell and euphoria, heaven and wine.
I struggle against the chains yet know to be free is impossible. Freedom is destruction.

I sleep. I scream.
You run. You dream.

There is no difference between you and me. No sex, no race, no color, no face.
Yet, to walk beside you, I feel I would rip though it all.
Male and female, human and animal, black and yellow, smiles and frowns...
We are sad clowns with the power of the cosmos.

I can run beside the deer. Hunt with the lions in the serengetti night.
I can leap high with the kangaroo. But why, damn it, why! ? Can't I run beside you?

Sun and Moon. Two alien shores with a cross faded view.
Each other independent and locked in suits.
You press the button, I pull the string. There is death either way.
I swim over the world on wings of gold. You fly over the universe on wings of silver.
I know who you are, in my screams... in your dreams.

We'd be so happy together. So many bridges we'd cross.
But life is eternally short, and I'd rather not get to that end just this quickly.
So I'll swim, you'll fly. You'll live, I'll die.
In the end we'll meet; but I would have rather we'd met in the beginning.

For to walk beside you...
We'd make great stories.