Ethereal
As the sun gently rises,
And the sky’s colors paint,
The world awakens with surprises,
For a day that’s new and quaint.
The flowers bloom with grace,
The birds sing a melody,
And in this perfect place,
The day’s possibilities are free.
Kristen, you were like the dawn,
A beautiful element of nature,
Forever in our hearts, never gone,
A memory that’s forever sure.
Your warmth and light will shine,
Like the early morning’s sun,
In our hearts, you’ll always be fine,
And our memories of you will never be undone.
So, in this moment and forevermore,
We celebrate your life and love,
A beautiful soul to always adore,
Sent from the heavens above.
Rest in peace, dear Kristen,
You are forever loved and missed,
But in our hearts, you’ll never lessen,
And forever be the early dawn’s bliss.
About this poem
For my old friend, Kristen Marie Rushlow, who lost her battle with depression on April 25, 2015. Every day, early in the morning, there's a moment when the sun gently caresses the horizon in hopes of a beautiful day. When the ground is moist with dew, reminding the flowers to bloom. When the birds are awakening from an evening slumber to greet each other with marvelous song. When the colors of the sky paint an everlasting portrait. When everything in the world is in perfect harmony. .. the moment when everything and anything is possible. Kristen, that moment will always belong to you. You were, and forever will be, one of the most beautiful elements to have ever existed in nature. For the rest of my life, I remember you as the rise of the early dawn. You'll forever be in my heart, dear friend. more »
Written on April 28, 2015
Submitted by ammiemarie on March 10, 2023
Modified by ammiemarie on March 10, 2023
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Quick analysis:
| Scheme | XAXA BCBC DEDX FGFG EHXH GXGX |
|---|---|
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 807 |
| Words | 167 |
| Stanzas | 6 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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