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.