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.