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.