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.