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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Valentine’s Day

Lake that accepts light
and nurses heaven
with its gray breast.
Where I put my hands
to cleanse them
of all my touching.
I ask absolution
in the dry lake of air.
Allow me to breathe.
To go and fill my emptiness
with life.
To see the subliminal tides
above me,
where there is no end,
no ceiling.
Where I will find
the ruby of a valentine
at the edge of space,
rising in a platinum dawn,
on a day made of love
and precious words.

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