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.