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.