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.