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.