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.