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.