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.