The moth and the pomfret

There she whines,
How she grumbles,
Even though her mind,
Is clear on where she wants to fly,
There he swims,
The pond his world,
He moves on leaving ash behind,
There she hides,
In the warm loneliness of light,
But it's all she knows she wants,
But she wants things she doesn't know of,
She wants the rain to drench her wings,
She wants the lightening to blind her path,
She wants the thunder to sing,
And send her ears to abyss,
So she can hear new things,
And what does he think of?
The water drowns his voice,
He doesn't want to be heard,
He thinks about the cloud,
Could it be that hard to reach.