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.