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.