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.