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.