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.