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.