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.