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.