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.