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.