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.