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.