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.