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.