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.