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.