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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield


Do not go away,
shadow that needs a flower.
I have meadows in me.
Even in the rain
there are white vines of lightning.
When the snow comes,
the deep blue of the sky plants lilies.
There is always something
to give you a place,
to fill your arms and long body.
You are the breath of my eyes.

give me the black flame of myself.
The place where I am.
Without you there would be
no coming into my soul,
no reach of longing
swimming in time,
space where stars gather,
and I become one
with light and darkness.

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