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.