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.