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.