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.