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.