Mountain of rune
How your secrets lay hidden in a desert of dunes
The secrets of your treasures protected from evil powers
Your sides covered, filled with purple flowers
The rune speaks only to the free
The Dew that knew and grew, flew to where you drew
A message great, kept within from the powerful looking for riches
On your top, it blended like ocean of blue with white snow
You, surrounded with a vast lushness of forests
Away from evil forces who destroy the free
The rune hides, hidden inside you and your creeds
Creeds of honors amplify your voices
Voices hollowed and mellowed the rune from shadows
Yet, still the mountain keeps his secrets
After reading this mysterious poem, I looked up my birth date and time runes. I was completely floored by what I read. Kevin, THX for this fascinating poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'the rune from shadows' I have wondered often how much has been lost in the reading of runes, the date of the earliest rune script found was recently pushed back hundreds of years; while discoveries of written rune script on stone in America is still ignored.