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.