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.