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.