– A Love That Waits in Silence

Night lifts the soil in tender hands,
stones breathing beneath her touch.
From the hush of the earth, life trembles awake—
a slow hymn of endurance,
the human ache folded deep in green.

The sky, a fenced orchard of fading blue,
leans against the mountains
where the city flickers, shy as memory.
A mourning tune—
steady as rain in spring—
drips through the air,
a rhythm that never forgets.

Smoke uncoils from my chest;
flames waver at the edge of my soul.
I do not speak.
No signal, no sound—
only the turning of a doorknob,
the shake of a head,
the quiet step into waiting.

The moon that night wept light—
silver, sorrowful, sharp.
A hidden blade gleamed within it.
And I thought:
one day, my sons and grandsons
will lift their faces to this same wound in the sky.

The rooster believes the sun depends on his song.
So too the heart—
believing its longing will summon dawn.

Come, then—
not in thunder, not in grief’s loud cry.
But with a breath,
a whisper brushing the ear.
Come like love—
quietly,
and full of grace.

© TaeHun Yoon, 1980

– Note

This poem, “Evening Primrose — A Love That Waits in Silence,” was written as a meditation on endurance, loss, and quiet devotion. The evening primrose, a flower that blooms after sunset, symbolizes a love that survives through stillness and time—an affection that does not demand, but waits.

The poem explores how grief transforms into grace, how silence becomes an act of faith. In the calm of night, when all else fades, what remains is not despair but a luminous patience—an echo of love that continues to bloom in the dark.