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.