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.