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.