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.