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.