Unseen Connections

Hearing, but not truly listening, Points flicker like fireflies, elusive, fleeting, A dance of light that’s hard to catch and hold. I yearn to be heard, yet I must learn to listen, Let the words unfold, not just aim and win. To coax the point, let it take flight and grow. Then, perhaps, we’ll find a common ground, Where understanding blooms, where meanings are found. A dance of light that’s hard to catch and hold. To Coax the point, let it take flight and grow. The End