In the depths of
silence

Where the words
reside

A symphony of
whispers

Waiting to be
untied

Unspoken dreams
dancing in the moonlit air

A tapestry of
emotions

Woven with utmost
care

The pen

A conduit

Pouring feelings
like rain

A language of the
soul

Where thoughts are
unchained

Each syllable a
brushstroke

Painting vivid
scenes

Unleashing the
power hiding within the seams

Words have power

They ignite the
spark (ignite the spark)

They speak the
truth

Lighting up the
dark (up the dark)

An echo of emotion

Resonating deep
inside (inside)

Through the verses

Our hearts collide

Originally Published on https://boomersnotsenior.blogspot.com/

Royce Shook Blogger

I served as a teacher, a teacher on Call, a Department Head, a District Curriculum, Specialist, a Program Coordinator, and a Provincial Curriculum Coordinator over a forty year career. In addition, I was the Department Head for Curriculum and Instruction, as well as a professor both online and in person at the University of Phoenix (Canada) from 2000-2010.

I also worked with Special Needs students. I gave workshops on curriculum development and staff training before I fully retired