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.