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.