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.