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.