The morning does its dance

There shall be no words

And there shall be times of silence, periods where the dark seeps through the veins of those left alive after the coming spit-out,

When the end of systems come to be, for the rebirth of all that should be,

And there shall be no words, for words should cease to be the communicating medium,

And he that shall that speak shall be like the tree, never speaking, though he say a thousand words per leaf drop-

There shall be no words,

No pride of voice and speech, we should enjoy the silence of the dark,

The sweet soothing sense of freedom we should enjoy in the peace of solitude- solitudes of peace-

There shall be no words, there shall be no words,

There shall be no words,

The earth shall ring with the sound of nothing,

Nothing is its central seal, and the seal of everything,

For all that shall be has been and will forever dwell in the fortress of silence,

This is the future of existence, and the silent shall be with power not known,

Thrones set in the kingdoms of fortune,

There shall be no words.

Words shall be forbidden; language of the silent,

There shall be no words, and all that shall be heard will be echoes,

Echoes of what once was,

It lives in dreams, in memories, in whispers,

But there shall be no words, so no whispers.

In the end, there shall be words, but words will have a new form,

Fluid in grace, sublime in strength, with the full force of nature behind them;

The words shall come from a new set of people, a people born from silence,

Having tasted of the dark, they now know the glory of words spoken in silence,

Non vocal sentences loudly spoken in our sight,

For we shall see the words ere we hear them,

We will answer before we hear the call,

For our eyes become ears and our hearts become eyes-

They will speak with their feet, scream with their hands,

Twist their souls in rapture; bear their hearts in deep grace,

They exit the night and all of its dreams, waking to the joyful reality of the present-

The future is bound in their feet, borne on their backs,

As they fly to the sun;

We are at peace.

There shall be no words,

And there shall be no words,

Then there shall be words, lots of them,

Spoken with our feet,

To the listening of our eyes and our hearts-

There shall be no words,

Then the words that shall be will come.