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.