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.