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.