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.