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.