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.