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.