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.