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.