The stars align
A year of time
Growth and change invincible
Are reaping what we sow
The presence that of which we seek
Hidden from the prying eye
Endowed in shrouds of friendship lie.
The pain of never ending sadness
Buried in the sands of life
Burst forth the opportunistic few
Who see what I cannot.
Springtime once again is come
The precious blossom plucked.
I kneel beside the perfect knight
Miglas Māte (Mother of Fog) is a Latvian Goddess
Dominion over Fog.