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.