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.