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.