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.