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.