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.