The Presence

The vision of a fairy presence

The Presence[1]

Mossy emerald blanket covering seemingly sleepy rocks; But those only got another pace of living Minerals do different then the animal or vegetal kingdoms. Old rough bark trees standing straight watching Over wind dancing young ones in their tranquil flock called a forest .... The forest once covered the mountain sharing it with felled block of stone Torned away by winter's cold hands and other downhill rolling stones. Bird songs travelling like ribbon in the wind Thru a labyrinth of barked old columns ribbon of red green yellow and blue ... Barefoot on cold humid slate by the brook, Silence and faith are the conditions for the encounter....... Tiny silver bells and other silvertone childish laughter Signalling the still invisible presence..... Fluttering black laced mosaic crystal dragonfly wings Orbiting my own standing presence Waltzing fireflies whirlpool of magic lights in the morning mist The atomized shining entity taking shape in the swarm of sparkling tiny lanterns Dressed in an icy frozen crystals stars gown is my Faery vision Face as pale and skin as smooth as morning snow Her eyes of indefinite color belonging to a realm beyond human senses reach A silent song echoes in my head from the space between our own sight No words, words being a human concept Greetings silently exchange with apparent lack of emotion.... Magic feel the air as a chill caress my spine.... Standing across the brook is a mystical being; a Siddhe As i heard the call to come a message was given to me to treasure My heart got the meaning but my mind got entangled in the out worldly exchange The Fae language out of reach of the human mind For that mystic and only poets could be the only acceptable interprets In an aura of gold the presence fragmented again Leaving me alone barefooted in the cold morning forest mounting dew.....

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Reviews

[B]

I feel like you are completely one with nature
it is so beautiful to be in that state of mind
in a way you have totally suspended from the world of noise

imagining the true beauty and owner of your heart and soul
she is there in the distance
and you enjoy every moment

[ANTO]

Beautiful dew-laden tale of the come-hither and a rare secret passed from one realm to another - this is delightful Richard. So evocative and filled with glitter.
I enjoyed this very much.