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.