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.