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.