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.