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.