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.