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.