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.