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.