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.