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.