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.