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.