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.