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.