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.