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.