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.