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.