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.