Nothing is worth more than this day (Goethe) - an acrostic

nebulous wandering
over epochs of eternities
time
heaping unto us
infinite
nows
gifting our becoming
interweaving
souls into a
wonder of miracles
orbiting aeons
rhythmically
tracing sketches and profiles of
heroes and heroines
manifesting in an
orgy of
revolution, turmoil
entities colliding
transmuting
happiness and sorrow
and in this particular
now
tide moved to encourage, and
hour
in its infinite wisdom
supported my plea, so
divinity
aligned destiny, preparing a place where
you and I could meet
.
.