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.