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.