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.