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.