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.