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.