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.