comfort like crawling into a bed made with clean sheets fresh from the line on a warm summer night. like eating your favorite food, and not stopping when your full. like hearing your favorite song after it's been awhile and it leaves you with the same tingling feeling it did when you first heard it. comfort like a big bear hug when you feel like the world has quit on you. it's the exhaustion you feel after waking from a relatively sleepless night - and only sleepless because you spent the night awake and talking about things you might have not said otherwise. it's a quiet contempt - a peaceful exhaustion. a 'nothing can ruin this mood' kind of morning. don't get me wrong, come 12:30 I will be back in between those sheets welcoming the sleep I forgot to grasp onto in the early hours of the day. but for now, the tiredness is welcomed and accepted. the rarity of that comfort is something that can't be changed, for if it were often it wouldn't be that kind of comfort. i don't mind it's absence because the feeling it leaves me with will last until the next.
> morning yearning : ben harper
A fingers touch upon my lips
It’s a morning yearning
It’s a morning yearning
Pull the curtains shut try to keep it dark
But the sun is burning
The sun is burning
The world awakens on the run
And we’ll soon be earning
We’ll soon be earning
With hopes of better days to come
That’s a morning yearning
Morning yearning
Morning yearning…
Another day another chance to get it right
Must I still be learning?
Must I still be learning?
Baby crying kept us up all night
With her morning yearning
With her morning yearning
Morning yearning…
Like a summer rose I’m a victim of the fall
But am soon returning
Soon returning
Your love’s the warmest place the sun ever shines
My morning yearning
My morning yearning
Morning yearning…
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