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.