Just a speck—

a single white dot—

and still,

the clamor fades,

the sky turns pure,

as silence swells in blue.

Between here and there,

colors shimmer into view,

yet all so sheer—

as though the world

were holding its breath.

It feels like stepping

into another realm,

where even wonder

whispers.

Then—

those wings unfold,

soft as light,

and sweep the hills,

the open fields,

as if no storm had ever raged,

no thunder cracked the sky.

Only this:

the final stroke

of a long-dreamed painting—

a quiet, perfect end.

And it feels

unreal,

like something too lovely

to be true.

It can’t be—

and yet,

it is—

when white wings

unfold.

TaeHun Yoon
July 25, 2023