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.