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.