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.