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.