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.