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.