Her orange tresses wave freely in the sea breeze
Like little paintbrushes, they graze his blank face, a canvas waiting to be painted
His eyes are closed, just as his heart has been for so long

Her lips, red as roses, kiss gently against his
With this delicate yet passionate display he comes alive
His cheeks brighten with a glow like the full moon on the dark ocean blue
The wrinkles in his forehead straighten out, her kiss a hot iron
Warming him deep inside his chest, as his heart gallops faster
Yet he continues to gaze ahead, at nothing more than the darkness behind his lids
After a moment, his ears strain to hear a single softly spoken word, whispered on the wind

Goodbye

In an instant, he gasps for air; his eyes burst open, a vibrant sea blue green, searching desperately for the lips that touched his
But she is nowhere to be seen