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.