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.