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.
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