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.