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.