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.