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.