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.