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.