savion
Savion is the woman of the midnight moon, a spiritual seeker, sometimes foundering, usually happy, armchair peace activist, hippy/gypsy wanderer and full time recorder and observer of life and the beauty found in the simple things and full time best friend, lover and companion to WL Winter, of whom she is most proud.
A song, a tone a scent that curls and spirals across the room
it all comes back
the lid of your eye
the corner of your lip
another moment
in folded time
now matching then
and for a brief moment
I dance again with you, then
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
You really have to watch those liberal males,
they'll spend hours and hours with you having
deep intellectual conversations.
They'll discuss deep ideas, contemplate esoteric
theory and spiritual ideas. They'll make love
for hours and write deep and meaningful poetry
about you. Sure, they will probably wear their hair
long and most likely won't own a television.
But, they'll understand art and architecture and
literature. It's true that they probably won't give two
shakes about who won what football game, but they'll
dance with you late at night under the stars and they're
always looking for new ways to please you and usually
understand your deepest thoughts, often before you
understand them yourself.
They'll be your best friend and always treat you as
an equal, in fact, it will never even enter their mind
that you're not. They're almost always physically fit, too,
because they're usually the outdoorsy type and love to hike.
They never make fun of others, or discuss small ideas.
They enjoy discussing ways to improve the world and
the lives of others.
Sure, they won't slap you on your *** and tell you to get in
the kitchen and cook them some dinner and bring them a beer
while you're at it like those macho men on the right. Instead
they'll probably tell you to relax while they whip you up a
gourmet meal and serve it to you on the best dishes.
Yeah, you really gotta watch out for those liberal males.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
in the morning mist
whispered secrets
overheard
told a tale
of forgotten love
of a journey
not taken
and as
the symphony of the breeze
reached it's crescendo
remembered dreams
once again
danced in the dawn
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Eclectic desires
Baubles and shiny things
Drawn into
The atmosphere of a
Magpie's dream
A cosmic trek
Through psychedelic universes
Of color and smoky whirls
Disjointed figures
Take shape
A journey
Of madness and ecstasy
As
Threatened identities
Spark fearful fires
Of anger
Until
Feet un-tethered
Wings spread
Beauty birthed
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC