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.