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.