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.