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.