Prison

Cast my thoughts across the land
Watch me ebb slowly from the sand
Wring me dry, hang me up
Isn't my love big enough?

Sleep with tears upon your cheeks
Brush me from the torrid weeks
That I left you, all alone
Bar me from your empty home

Fling a fishing net off-shore
Pull me in, shut the door
Satisfy your salty hands
Wrap me up in iron bands

Paint pictures of a scarlet love
Watch the world from high above
Spinning in your holy spire
Leave me in my dirty mire

Leonard Cohen had it right:
Love is a grey fading light
Even with all my hateful might
I'll never escape your bright night