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.