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.