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.