Language is a song
Which rolls like grace off the tongue.
A love song watered down into other uses
And sung each day unenthusiastically.
I wonder how exciting it was for Adam
To hear the first words sung by Eve,
And how melodically eloquent
They were to his lonely soul.
The realization and expression
Of her complex and gentle spirit
I don’t want to be like the rest
But how – on a satellite as dark as this
Does a man recover his heart again?
How do I aquire
This great desire of my heart,
To know deep down
That I live a life of honor.
To conquer compromise
To quell the complaining
And to quit wasting
This short and precious life
Making it count
For the sole reason that it is holy,
Standing firm against mediocrity.