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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Enough for Destiny

The willow trails its yellow branch
in the stream.
Time ticks away through seasons,
past the tiger eye of the sun.
Where do the ages end?
Where does the air stop
and hang in forever’s stillness?
Where does a boy leave his heart?
I circle my arms around his life.
How does one ask eternity
to never complete a page,
yet go on?

Perhaps love has more to do with fate,
than fate with love.
I know nothing of the world
that creates the boy.
Why the world is here,
is the world’s business.
Time drops away.
A boy’s eyes shine.
An old man keeps faith.
Everything is and remains
in its truthfulness.
That’s enough for destiny,
it’s enough for me.

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