Wine

And I fell like dead bodies fall,
through the clouds and stars,
of my dream.

what did I do last night?

is the question I keep asking
myself...I understand now,
how the wine has played her,
tricks.

the sun creeps slowly over,
the wooden hills and I,
can't remember what I did last night.

so I fall like dead bodies fall,
through the clouds and stars,
of my dream.