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.