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.