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.