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.