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.