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.