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.