Like a wild dog

I drove you away again

Just let me hold you

A moth to a flame

My wings keep on getting burnt 

Now I am grounded 

The wind and the sea

Two old friends sing together 

A murmuration

From swaying treetops 

Watching the sun falling down

Into orange waves 

Fading dusty light

With no contrast or shadow

 Gloomy twilight. Dusk. 

Sink in the mire

You slippery slip shod feet

I will not need you 

Feelings we borrowed 

Taken from parallel keys

A minor set back