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.