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.