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.