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.