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.