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.