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.