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.