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.