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.