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.