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.