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.