The Boy On The Other Side Of The World Poem by Millie Fraser

The boy on the other side of the world is beautiful,
Exquisitely pieced together,
Like a sculpture made from broken glass,
Each piece worn smooth to the touch.
A multitude of colours,
From burnt reds and orange glows,
To serene blues and glittering blacks.
He is untouchable.
A sculpture at the bottom of the sea.
All those waves that crash over his head,
All that depth between us.
The water will be there forever,
The sun will not dry it out.
And each crystal clear dropp of rain
That falls from cloudy skies,
Traces down his face and gets caught in his smile.
And then i awake.
And realise that it is not him bellow those waves,
It is me.
I tread water and stare up at that glass statue,
And I watch each dropp of salty water fall from his smile
And make patterns above my head.