You answered questions never asked.
How can this be?
Your eyes were blue, the color used to see dreams and futures unraveled.
Did you cast your runes to predict my thought?
Or was it the Tarot that guided you?
Your ability as a seer is in disputable.
I never asked the question because I never pondered the question.
Your protests that you could not abandon your little treasures were made to one who never did, never would, ask you to.
So whose question did you answer?
You are not a seer.
A false prophet yes.
Or an arrogant charlatan, believing his own piety and making another responsible for his own taboo, his own unholy thoughts
So you live your life and pretend you are what you present yourself to be,
all the while knowing the questions were always yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reads as a conversation between the speaker in the poem and a past person in their life who discarded them based upon incorrect assumption. This person is no mystic. The last four lines sum it up...yet this person being addressed could also be a universal character often encountered in any person's life, therefore making this poem relatable.... 'believing his own piety and making another responsible for his own taboo, his own unholy thoughts So you live your life and pretend you are what you present yourself as, all the while knowing the questions were yours.'