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.