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.