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.