When You Find Me


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

An equal.


Photographer Unknown

Miglas Māte (Mother of Fog) is a Latvian Goddess

Dominion over Fog.

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