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.