So They Said

The hills were steep,
do not push your fragile ankles up there.

The oceans were shallow, were deep
and your soul floats in the open air.

There were hurdles inspiring fear
down the tree-lined avenue.

They said.

There was no hope for my fingertips
to touch the rise of your shoulders,
nor a beam of light for my eyes
to read time on the lines of your forehead.

There was no way to reach you.

They said.

I found you,
but I never did.