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.