As we walk along the beach I stare deep into your eyes. The beauty of your face is astonishing, unique... almost unreal. Just as the sun sets, the elegance I once saw morphs into flaming flowers. Petals mark our steps as if a tornado hit a white rose bush. A strong yet, subtle breeze blows. Ashes and sand flows into the opaque, royal sea. Burned petals spell out your name. I run to catch them before the wash away but, a wave hits. Everything goes black. I find myself in a garden filled with roses.... that are no longer white.
