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.