“You will never ‘find’ time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.” Charles Buxton
Dare I Look Forward? A hundred years passed in an hour, dare I look forward to another while the day empties of its hours as the moon begins its vigil. Dare I look forward to another, even now remaining passive as the moon begins its vigil of silvered light over my brow. Even now remaining passive in the face off a new language, of silvered light over my brow, making strange the words spoken. In the face of a new language, while the day empties of its hours, making strange the words spoken, a hundred years passed in an hour. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
