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.