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.