All of the world’s colors are not as magnificent as his eyes. These simple words would not begin to describe how much he has to offer the world. Oh, how the stars seem more vivid and vibrant tonight, slowly trickling down a pulsating beauty like no other. I feel no more than invisible now, like a passing shadow under a faded moon. Where time stops and life begins is as unclear as tomorrow. Will his path cross mine? That is not for me to know, not tonight, for destiny and vocation are not for the faint of heart.