Captivate me.

Streak a bolt that crashes to the crust. Rage___ ever-flowing down.

Streamlined swiftly as you glide gleaming as you shed first light.

Will you share this eternal, nocturnal, aesthetic scene?

I pry. I prod. You quiver. 

Bolting through the brush I tail you

Cascading through your eyes. 

 

Glide           float            fall.

 

Flooded minds can’t pierce the opened sky.

Can you share your secret?

I assume not, for your nature, won’t allow.

I will wait, for the gust is sure to blow.

Stay the winds?                                                                                                 Then I shall wither on.