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.