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.