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.