runaway transom

My transom outgrew my bailiwick 
and flew away under aegis 
that grew to dark cloud 
hung over domain, 
where you stood
impassive, 
examining it. 

Between
all our breadth
and compassing, 
in such own experience,
bounds and all! 

In all of our ambit 
and sweep and scope,
this realm between us
has grown to demesne, 
which having no limits 

cannot ever fall. 

But having no limits, 
horizons extend beyond
all proportion and circular sense.
So stood at approximate opposite
ends, we can't cross it all -

to meet on a hill 
become our domain, 
looking up at dark cloud, 
hung over and growing 

so tall
with rain