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.