Word On the Sand - Part 2

WORDS ON THE SAND (Part 2) A young boy then came to the shore Abandoned since birth. No father no mother to adore To write on the sand words of a golden ore In the casket of his heart he cherished them more "Forgiveness" he wrote with his pale finger The whole ocean stood still. Not even a noise No sound no bird no fish no tide no whisper The anima of the waters was turning turquoise Poseidon in person came out in a fall of waters and foams Escorted by an army of wales, dolphins and seals Sitting on a coral throne while surfing the oceanic roars With a translucent trident casting waters and streams "Young boy" Poseidon's voice sounded like a storm "I came to you to offer my perennial alliance All the oceans I command have not such a strength and hold I will engrave your words on the pillars of Atlantis for its own radiance Then 'Forgiveness' vanished under seagulls beaks The young boy with his pale finger Smiling under his reddish lips and white cheeks Looking at life with no fear to hinder