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.