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.