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.