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.