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.