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.