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.