Unmeasured Time and Unseen Space

Days, spent running through tomorrows,
in along pining search, of yesterday.
Which, having become sealed in time,
one little, brief, simple, moment leaped forward.
To a place, untouched, by mortal hands,
that yields not, to my demands.
With that very second, began our past!
Yet, somehow this place too, has moved all to fast.
Seeking, yearning, intense is my pursuit.
That fork in the road a defined time, before the divide,
before this quest, became mine!
Back, where my love, assuredly waits.
Are there limits to what may cross the great divide?
Do you hear my hidden thoughts, my laughters, my cries?
Was, but a moment, that brought me to this place,
of unmeasured time, in this unseen space.
Time dresses in the apparel of being, unseemly endless.
Before there are days, spent searching through sorrows,
reaching out to reclaim, all the fallen tomorrows.