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.