breathless

how is it that so few words can contain such weight?
how is it that they can enter my depths undetected?
Its like a journey, this reading of prose;
following each word,
following thought after seemless thought,
trying to hear the meaning that is meant.

All this until like a sudden glorious sunrise,
the last few words are read and it all falls into place.
The meaning and depth suddenly become as lead and fall with such force in ones soul that the only response possible - is a breathless one, and I am left in a stunned weazy silence.