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.