Analysis of The Little Boy from Miles Away

One windy morning on a quiet beach,
I saw a little boy miles away.
His tiny footsteps along the shore...
I`ve known him from time before;

He walked farther away and out of reach,
but his footsteps coming at me getting closer.
I could see from whence he vanished into the other side,
yet his tracks in the sand getting bigger;

I tried to run away from perhaps just a dream.
Footprints were gone and saw my feet.
The little boy fading into oblivion,
but his essence dwells in my spirit;

Strangers apart but like a brother never left.
Time was the only space between our worlds.
Catching each other`s end of the rainbow...
His soul I would carry for tears to never flow.