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.