What Time Is It

The time is always now; then come invent with me a treasure we shall never lose, for if there is no future time at all then it may never force itself upon us. Ah, but now you say, How may it ever cease to be if it may not become? And if there is no ending fear itself is hollow, empty, airless in its hovering. So let it waft away, less than a dream, less than a now in memory's retreat. We are amazing, are we not, creating our eternity? Here is your now, and here is mine, and I shall have a God today while you, preoccupied with yours may not come out to play, although you may within our fancied planetary course yet share with me a common-birthed bewilderment at such a wondrous cutting edge on which we ride. ~