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.