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.