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.