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.