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.