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.