The few...

just the few stars in the sky,

covered by the few clouds,

but perhaps I'm mistaken,

because the few glasses of red wine are clouding my judgment...

and as I fall asleep, the few tears in my eyes cloud my sight as well.

So it doesn't matter whether or not the few stars are really there.

in the few most articulate words lie to me - just a few lies...

and than, in the haze of this room, I'll fall asleep, becoming the few things that I love - in my dreams...