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.