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.