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.