There was love where I stood.
Unrecognizable to any outsiders,
Because it rose up in stems and buds,
Nothing sellable. Nothing of value to them.
It fleshed the earth with greens and colors
Only the Fae would protect.
A River grown from the tiniest trickle
From beneath the soles of my feet
Where my heart did touch her soil.
A river grew and grooved crests into the earth;
Washing down sediment and mud, flushing from it
Boulders of deep and Rocks unseen for centuries, and now, animals line its banks with their cubs and offspring.
Only the Fae knew. Only the Fae had witnessed
Where love stood, and what it grew.
After that. I became invisible to man.
Not disappeared. Just invisible.
Walking between worlds. Adopted by they.
I never grew wings, but I became one of them.
Their magic was what bred my soul.
A magic of manifestation. Wild chaos.
Gratitude in the Mother.
Belonging never
To the world of Man.
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