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.