As  We Cross The  Mountain, We  Can Walk 
 Only  At Night. Long  Ago,  Someone Here 
 Must'Ve  Angered The  Sun, And  Today It 
 Still Burns  Us Strangely. But With  The 
 Sunset The Air  Comes Raining  Back Down 
 And Gets  Thick  Enough  To Breathe.  It 
 Carries  With It Smells  From Far  Away, 
 Colourful Sparks For The Imagination,  A 
 Sharp  Contrast For  The Stale Black  Of 
 The Night.                               
                                          
 The Others Think  I'M  Young, They Don'T 
 Take   Me  Seriously  And  I  Fear  They 
 Snicker  A  Bit.  You  Usually  Get  Old 
 Before  You  Learn  The  Trade Enough To 
 Take  Other People. But  I Do Lead  Them 
 Safely     Forward,     Every     Night. 
                                          
 However,  Currently  There Seems  To  Be 
 Something  Going On Ahead.  Those Around 
 The   Corner   Have  Stopped,  Shouting, 
 Pointing.                                
                                          
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                                          
 My Greatest Treasure, The                
 Book of stars,   Is  A   Combined   Map, 
 Calendar  And Timepiece As  Long  As You 
 Know What  Year It Is. Every  Page Is  A 
 Grid  Of  Nine  Starfields, Hand  Drawn, 
 Below Which  Are  Written Coordinates In 
 Both  Space And  Time.  A Lot  Of It  Is 
 Applicable On Earth,  But  Not  All.  It 
 Hints  Of  Other  Places  -  Some  Stars 
 Reordered,   Some  Names  I  Have  Never 
 Heard.    Sometimes   The    Dates   Are 
 Impossible.                              
                                          
 Those Pages Are  Exactly What I Scramble 
 For Right Now.  I'Ve Stopped  Breathing. 
 I Sling  Open  The Book Of  Stars A  Bit 
 Too Quick, Spilling All  My Notes On The 
 Ground. One  Lands  On My  Foot, It Is A 
 Drawing Of  A  Muscle cow,  But I  Could 
 Care Less Right Now.                     
                                          
 For It Seems Like There'S A New Moon  In 
 The Sky.