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.