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.