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.