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.