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.