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.