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.