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.