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.