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.