Boy across the water, sits and looks out to sea,
he’s watching the horizon, thinking of me.
Boy across the water, with fine, golden hair,
speaks privately to God, wishing I was there.
Boy across the water, walks lonely along the sands,
pockets play host to lonely, un-held hands.
Boy across the water, with tears on his face,
wishing he was anywhere, but alone in this place.
Boy across the water, curls up in bed, alone.
He lay there forever, for his heart had turned to stone.
Boy across the water, whose fire never diminished,
even though our relationship was well and truly Finnished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem - full of feeling and a nice flowing and neat style, Steve