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.