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.