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.