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.