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.