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.