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.