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.