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.