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.