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.