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.