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.