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.