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.