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.