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.