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.