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.