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.