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.