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.