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.