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.