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.