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.