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.