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.