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.