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.