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.