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.