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.