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.