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.