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.