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.