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.