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.