I saw her footprints on the sea
i knew her eyes were watching me
so i ventured further in my mind
in the hope that i would find:
"tangerine trees and marmalade skies and
plasticine porters with looking glass ties"
My mind had formed a mental prison
i cried aloud no-one would listen
then floating through the heavy mist
my vision took a sudden twist
Empty people stood in grey
children laughing far away
an empty courtyard wept alone
rain lashed down on darkened stone
A crystal glove points to the door
a threshold i had crossed before
on turning back all i could see
were her footprints on the sea.