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.