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.