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.