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.