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.