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.