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.