On shooting stars, a grand moon and a farewell (ode to Ajaytao)

The brightest light is always
The one most missed when not in sight,
This splendid moon came marking
It’s tribute to a gift
To the blogging world.
Many honor the beauty
Many post the softness of a rose,
Some call out hello my dear
And smiles appear to know he is aware,
The stars shoot across the sky,
More beauty to behold
For those who see
The tiny gleam of a light
Moving so very fast,
Leaving you to wonder
If it were ever really there at all.
Below this sky
A garden grows,
For those not blessed with the ability
To walk out and see them in a yard,
There was a man
Who gifted this world
With images and beauty
Many may have never seen.
I will miss the kindest words
I will miss the smiles of his friends captured
And shared,
I will miss one of my first followers
Who has left for higher purposes,
To shine his light like a star
Into the night sky,
And with a twinkle and perhaps a wink,
He will move on
Leaving a legacy in his wake
Of undying beauty,
Of happier blooms now sitting wilted and waiting
For his gentle touch to return.
Goodbye friend,
Thank you.

Thoughts on a beautiful gift now gone from Ajaytao, my dear you will be missed.