Of Wonderment

There were thousands of words in my head,
ways on how to say it…
Together with the surging emotions behind it.
As years passed, the thousands turned to hundreds,
less emotions, fewer aching statements,
tears seldom glide through my face… and longer smiles.
But now, I find no need to utter a word.
Just a smile, a grin,
A lifting of that drained account of what I thought I wanted to say.
One may not forget the face,
The feeling may brush itself with the morning breeze of memory,
But words now are unavailing.
Sweet freedom of thought, of wonderment, a blessed beginning,
Truly the Spirit is liberating.