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.