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.