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.