Deep

 

Once the deepest we'd seen was the grave then we became brave; went into the unknown; the colder it got the deeper we'd go never turned back, traveling on; walked all the way till the shore where the depths of the sea were offering more; so the grave became deeper, farther from home the slopes scaled were steeper, the sun barely shone; then came the day that we lay our eyes on the deepest thing yet, as we drank of the skies   Bur these hearts of ours no longer knew home nor did they, each-other, so utterly cold. We'd crossed thresholds unseen and untold. This distance we've gone now we cannot fold.   The grave became infinite, and alas, so did we, being everything, spread impossibly thin.    And all became none as all warmth was gone; Forgot that the deepest and truest thing lies within pairs of infinite eyes...