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.