This one was inspired by Walt Whitman's poem about attending a lecture on astronomy.
When the word
beauty
has been defined completely
charted, catalogued, wasted,
used to describe such mundane fare as sunsets,
mountains and oceans, so that it has become meaningless
still you will confound the cartographers of language
with your soul,
still you will surprise those who expound
on the recognized meanings of words
simply by turning to face them.
the scientists of language will
drop their books, their defenses and expectations
at the glimmer of your eyes