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.