Safe

Posted on by Tai Woodville 
Safe

I always felt it with you.
A feeling I never had before. Moored.
If you are my harbor, then I am a ship.
Sometimes I crave the crash of tide on hull,
my sails long to stretch like wings once more.
But I am like the cat,
           who sleeps with her face in your slippers,
in love with the scent of the familiar.

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Mover, shaker, magic-maker. Writer, dreamer, singer/composer, philosopher. I majored in literature & creative writing at UCSB's College of Creative Studies, from which I graduated in 2002. I write a philosophy blog called "Parallax Journal: The Quester's Companion," and my book of poems, "Pollen," is available online at Finishing Line Press (published under Tai Carmen). I believe it is the duty of every human being---and specifically every dreamer, sensitive & independent thinker---to personally awaken to their highest calling in order that the collective might begin to wake into the next level of consciousness, which is essential for our survival as a species.