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.