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.