detail

There are few things that please me more than the details in life. 

The mist hugging the base of the giant mountains. Whispering in and out, between all the cracks and crevasses. Painting the high peaks pale purple and baby blue. Hiding the dreamy secrets that lie between the valleys. Vapor dancing to and fro beneath the seeking sun. Mystery lies within the shadows, a new world to discover. The mystery of a mountain's majesty. 

The clasping of family hands around a dinner table. Quick shrieks and loud giggles passed around the littlest among, with deep conversation and solemn humor for the elders. Loitering individuals around the glossy white kitchen. Children racing around at top speeds. Folks having a good time. Stories and joy being shared all around. 

Waves lapping gracefully along the shore. Sand being whisked away, piece by piece. Being licked into the currents, swirling, circling. Taken into an ocean so vast, surviving past the horizon. Surrounding distant lands that I can only dream of visiting. Untold beauty beyond my place here.

The closest of friends all together once again. Screeching and belly laughing. Telling jokes and stories. Happy faces and warm embraces. Giggles and gossip. Playing our own music or dancing to new found beats. People we've missed for so long, and we feel at home again.

These are the things that I embrace most. The things that inspire joy and cause smiles within me. That which makes my heart soar.

-m.s.

Magic

There's quite a bit of magic in an empty piece of paper
or a blank space on a wall.
Both can be entirely full while being completely bare,
full of the wonder of what is to come.
There are infinite stories that could be written,
or the paintings that could form.
But, there is nothing there, not yet.
Until the page is marked upon, it has no set destiny.
It could be anything.
A fairytale, a mystery, or a sci-fi blockbuster.
Once someone pours out their dreams onto it, however,
the paper loses its magic, and gains an entirely new magic.
It contains the magic of a new story told.
Life-changing little miracles that come with every written word
or deliberately placed brush stroke.
The elegance of creating new delights.
Nothing is more beautiful than creation,
except for the emptiness that belongs to a piece of paper
that could become the universe if one just imagined it.

-m.s.

Noblest

Simple

She is not.

On the exterior

she has a beauty 

that is all her own.

The prettiest of brown

encircles her gentle eyes.

Her waterfall of golden tresses

either falls perfectly on her back

or tucked away from her face.

So delicate are her looks,

but so fierce a woman.

When she catches

your gaze, you

keep looking.

Enchanted.

Brilliant.

A girl with the

kind of brain that

could put the smartest

of scientists to shame.

Her personality is so bold,

but she remains so demure.

Her hilarity is unparalleled. 

She loves, and so loved is she.

Her laughter is contagious.

Her embraces so immense

that you never want them

to ever have an end.

She is so pure,

but also not.

Innocence.

Amazing.

She carries 

herself with the

dignity of a queen.

We all are in awe of her.

She conducts her kingdom

Her crown set upon her head

she balances it like it's nothing.

 She brims with pride, she beams.

Her presence is made known,

calling to everyone around.

"Come meet this beauty", 

it cries to those about.

We strain to glance.

She is gorgeous.

Noblest.

Happy Mother's Day

Everyone has one.
Everyone was brought into this world by one.
They're the reason why
our world never ceases to spin.
They're to blame for
all the beauty seen daily.
Billions of them 
all existing simultaneously.
All being gorgeous.
All being loved.

Moms.

Everyone loves moms.
We're all thankful for moms.
Without them,
there would be no one on this planet.
Not one soul. 
Moms give life, and then
they nurture it and help it bloom.
Givers of endless embraces,
redeemers of unconditional love.

So, dearest mothers,
you are appreciated 
for all the work you do.
For being the fiercest warriors.
For being the most notorious cleaners.
For being vivacious play dates.
We love you.
Thank you
for always being you.

Happy Mother's Day.

I Sit Alone

The world continues to move. 

I feel it brush around me.

But, now I am alone. 

My travels contain only me. 

I sit alone in our spot now.

Staring at a place that once 

Bustled with such activity.

The air is quiet now.

No one exists around.

The silence digs into me,

I can feel its claws in my skin.

You no longer feel this pain. 

But I do. It becomes me.

I am pain. 

I am the silence. 

I am the empty chairs, stacked. 

I am the ignored seat, made for two. 

I am the note, scribbled in haste

And then crumpled and thrown. 

While the world still spins,

I am not a part of it. 

I am alone. 

And I hate every moment. 

She is Magnificent

Delicate
Never a word to use.
Fighter
Is better.
Lover
Is the best.

Just a girl,
But also so much more.
She rules her world,
And still has the time
To be friends with everyone.
Never have I ever
Met a person who could hate her.

She's radiant,
Brilliant, incandescent.
She shines for all the world to see.
She is attractive.
Passers-by want what she has.
They ooh and aww,
They get drawn in
Like bees to the prettiest flower.

She is lovely.
All the grace of a ballerina
With the dignity of a queen.
She glides through the world
Holding her head high
Without an ounce of shame.
She is elegant.

Fragile, no.
She has the spirit of a bear
With the composure of a swan.
Those who dare hurt her
End their endeavor
As fast as they began.

Her voice
Is like the tune of
All the songbirds on earth.
When she speaks,
With her melodious speech,
Everyone hangs on to
Her every word.

When she's low
She hides her emotions away.
She powers through
With all the strength she has.
She is stable, sturdy.
She remains bright.
Luminous.
Lovely.

Everyone loves her.
From strangers on the street,
To her boyfriend and best friends.
So entirely human,
But also entirely flawless.
Altogether immaculate.
She is magnificent.

-m.s.

Sonnets

Dreams are the runaway place in ones mind

They run amok with imagination

In your head you have power to rewind

Through memories with bright animation

My sweetest dreams are those that bring forth joy

Not those that hold reality's despair

I wish not for hopes that seek to destroy

The truth in this life bears fear to impair

The hideaway you have is blessedly

It is not what you should strive for daily

Admire your friends, love your family

Live everyday fully and greatly

My hope, friend, is that you do not feel pain

Nor do you ever take you life in vain.

________________________________

With heavy heart I bring these words to you

The lines in which my feelings do preside

I am but a princess needing rescue

My prince is who I need to be beside

High up in my tower I feel so lost

No one more lonesome than the fair princess

Not one could know the pain that I have caused

Spending days alone in my loneliness

Alas, my prince does not return the grief

His heart has strayed to love another miss

But my own heart is still in disbelief

I've nothing left to do but reminisce

My only love could never know such pain

This lonesome heart can no longer contain