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.