“Wake me up in the A.M.”
written 7-27-2014 by Ando C
There is a mystery that lives within
the very essence of time.
It is immortal.
We call this substance love.
Now you may not be aware...
But this fire, this passion, this
thing called love drives us.
It motivates us.
When we follow its light, we remember
our source, our essence of existence.
Now call me in the A.M.
Love at first sight.
Mystery. Mystery. Mystery.
Love for himself.
Love for her.
Spiritual warfare comes when we are
most vulnerable.
Now he doesn't understand why,
But she takes his breath away.
Perfect connection that cannot be.
Soulmates lost at sea.
Self interest and sin are cousins
that conflict the mind and burden the heart.
Ironically, they rob us all of the
essence of life itself, known to us as love.
Now every now and then,
Regardless of our creed or sex,
Comes along a special someone.
An incredible breathing conglomerate
of matter that bodaciously and relentlessly, without their knowing,
or intention, remind us of our essence.
This glorious energy that makes our
heart thump, or ache when we are deprived of it, feeds off of this
special someone's essence and aura like a magnet.
Unveiling the curtain of how we feel
about this insatiable attraction often produces unpredictable
results.
Now call me in the A.M.
Because broken hearts and broken hope
are cousins that drink the cyanide of passionate audacity.
Soulmates not meant to be.
If only this was a dream...
Or so it seems?
Mystery. Mystery. Mystery.
A.M. - A.M. - A.M.
If only.
Now the essence fades away...
