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.