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.