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.