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.