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.