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.