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.