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.