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.