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.