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.