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.