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.