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.