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.