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.