Footprints

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

Tangerine trees and

Marmalade skies and

Plasticine porters with

Looking glass ties

Empty people stood in grey

Children laughing far away

An empty courtyard wept alone

Rain lashed down on darkened stone

An empty courtyard wept alone

Rain lashed down on darkened stone

Tangerine trees and

Marmalade skies and

Plasticine porters with

Looking glass ties

Tangerine trees and

Marmalade skies and

Plasticine porters with

Looking glass ties

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