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.