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.