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.