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.