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.