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.