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.