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.