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.