Temporary Words

Sometimes the most worthwhile words
are stuck inside our head.
We can't even begin to describe all
the miracles, the tragedies, horrid or beautiful.
The thoughts, the speculations and theories.
The child behind our eyes.
My hands are pressed up to the glass
like a five year old watching
his father leave for good.
Its not leaving for good but
I wish it so.
All the stars fall and all my wishes fly
but never come true.
Someday, yeah maybe someday.
One wish came true once.
And I am thankful. So very much,
as I sit here staring at my words.
I look at my hands and wonder,
"When did my words get so dull?"
And then I remember,
these are not mine.
They are a temporary placement
for the more horrific words,
and the more beautiful miracles
that cannot
possibly
be spoken.