Porcupine Tree 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
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.
