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.