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.