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.