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.