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.