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.