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.