Countless stars of sadness

Today i smell of grass

I lay on a hill well pruned

I spend my night star gazing

And watch the crescent moon

It hurt my eyes to count 

I saw 27 in all

I thought I might have mistaken 

But I did it again to feel sure

I saw no less no more

I felt the moon was shrinking

And the blackness descend on me

I thought the nights' devil 

Had taken its black spell

I rubbed my eyes to check

I might have been diseased by LCD's

I needed to be checked

And when i heal and see again

I'll see the stars again... :)