Bond and free

all I want is
to fuse
with another
shooting star

and
be free.

Thunderstorm

rain used
to be
just tear drops.

until one day
wind, with his
alacrity
came along
and told her

that together
They could be

thunderstorm.

together

you are unsure.
and i must admit,
i am too.

you are scared.
and i must tell you,
i understand why.

you are afraid.
and i must say,
i feel the same.

but love,
do stars
not thrive
together
in the dark?