Footprints
I saw her footprints on the seaI knew her eyes were watching meSo I ventured further in my mindIn the hope that I would find
"Tangerine Trees and Marmalade Skies andPlasticine Porters with Looking Glass Ties"
My mind had formed a mental prisonI cried aloud no-one would listenThen floating through the heavy mistMy vision took a sudden twist
Empty people stood in greyChildren laughing far awayAn empty courtyard wept aloneRain lashed down on darkened stone
A crystal glove points to the doorA threshold I had crossed beforeOn turning back all I could seeWere her footprints on the sea