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.