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.