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.