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.