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.