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.