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.