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.