It means something delicate
and light
in a way that seems too perfect for this world
and that is you
you seem to be too perfect for this world
as you glide across the surface
with your fingertips trailing behind
leaving a mark on all those who have had the honor to love you
you are ethereal

and every dandelion I pick reminds me of this
I take a deep breath to blow a wish
knowing that one day
we will make that wish come true.
You blew into my life one day
in your special way
and made everything better, made it all brighter
you are ethereal

maybe it wasn't you walking up the stairs to death
maybe it was me
and you were the light in the distance
and it is distance indeed
but every poetic word
every feeling spoken
brings the distance closer
closes it in
until it's just us, two of a kind, against the world
and that is simply magical

in just one month
I have learned a new kind of compassion
gained wondrous new knowledge
changed
for the better
and demons may leave you feeling incapable
KitKats may be inedible
you may feel unpresentable
but you are incredible
admirable
Ethereal

you are something out of this world
indescribable
and I know we have our differences
and they may outnumber the similar things
but it's the things we have in common that really count
like our love for helping others
bringing smiles to their faces
and our shared experience of parents
who believe candy and maturity are the cure to all wrong
And those are the things that matter.
A month ago,
I was lost.
I was broken.
I was unlovable.
And maybe I still am those things
but with you, it's all more bearable

you say you're too needy
and I cannot see
how someone so needed
can feel that they are a bother
because I need you
to always be there
to always keep breathing
so that One Day will be made possible
to keep being ethereal

You are like a rainstorm
you who is born from nature
who blew into my droughted life
in your ethereal way
you are a rainstorm
the lightning I watch from outside my window
the raindrops I twirl beneath my fingertips
the rainbow I admire after the storm has passed
the tree that I look at
the people I see in a different light
you taught me that!
you are everything that is too delicate
too light
too perfect for this world
too ethereal
to be real