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.