Lost Language
Strange, shapely sounds captivate my attention,

Although it meant nothing to my pricked ears,

Each assonance filled my very heart and an excitement burst forth,

Awakening a primordial desire, like the beginning of spring.

And my heart listened, intent on riding the very sounds to delirium.

Though the barrier was larger and wider than the wonderment in my head,

There was an aching in my heart to understand the beauty that enveloped its beat.

And my heart clung to each word forcing unimaginable joy to leap from within me.

And I wondered, how such delightful music could fall into the ground,

forgotten in the still tongues of men and women of yonder years.

Stories, songs, chants, poetic perfection: no longer riding the vibrations of life.

And I knew then, as the very words sang, still echoed within my heart’s chambers,

That I must dig up the past relics of ancients,

And find a way to decipher the meaning of this eloquent enchantress.
['Adam Chalkley']
['Vibrations', 'Gaelic', 'Sounds', 'Joy', 'Language']