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.