From the threshold a wave crashes
There's coming a day when words will fall flat
There's coming a day when I will not answer
Prepare for the moment, don your best hat
Prepare for the hour, lace shoes as the dancer
For love in its current form will exchange
Laying currency low in its insufficiency
But in this great loss lots rearrange
And each heart will recognize buoyancy
To the skies words anew will soar
Cutting through silence like lightning
My heart will be revivified evermore
Eyes kissed awake slowly brightening
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