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.