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.