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.