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.