Reign of love

I woke up around half past eight this morning. It was darker than usual, most likely because of the weather. There's been a lot (and I mean a LOT) of wind these past few days. The air is foggy and the ground is wet. After getting up and quenching my usual early morning thirst, I curled up in bed yet again. I felt drowsy. Though I've been in a rotten mood for quite some time now, and though it lasted for only fifteen minutes or so, I felt quite safe and excited and happy as I lay there, wrapped in the warmth of my duvet, listening to the strong winds. There's something special about hiding somewhere safe and comfortable and warm while listening to the sound of so called "bad" weather. I didn't have any music on as I lay there, but inside of my head I was listening to a particular song over and over. It's a song that reminds me of exactly what I was doing this morning. It also makes me think of late night city lights - the way they look when you stop focusing your gaze and they get all blurry and fickle and beautiful. It also makes me feel things, lots of things, but it's so difficult to describe feelings sometimes. And I don't think I can this time, at least not without using a lot of time. And I don't feel like doing that right now. But it is a song of love. Of giving in. To me, anyway.

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reign of love
I can't let go
to the sea I offer
this heavy load

locusts will
lift me up
I'm just a prisoner
in a reign of love

locusts will
let us stop
I wish I'd spoken
to the reign of love

reign of love
by the church we're waiting
reign of love
my knees go praying

how I wish
I'd spoken up
or we'd be carried
to the reign of love