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.