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.