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.