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.