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.