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.