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.