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.