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.