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.