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.