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.