Susan Chen is a current junior at Stanford University. Growing up in a rural village in China and spending most of her mature years among backs of skyscrapers and bright lights in inner Boston, Susan dedicates her poetry to an enriched world outlook marked by urban excitement and idyllic longing

The bright stars fade.
A flaming orb has intruded the brink of night,
And the sky is filled with a brilliant cascade.

Some may wish that the stars had stayed,
To enjoy mystic comfort in the absence of light.
The bright stars fade.

An ode to sleep as it ends its serenade.
Fluid dreams dance then vaporize into flight,
And the sky is filled with a brilliant cascade.

A stage of twinkling stars has been displayed.
Shadow-cloaked corners suffer a woeful plight
The bright stars fade.

Color hues invade and the message is conveyed:
Twilight melts into flaming reds as the hues ignite,
And the sky is filled with a brilliant cascade.

Daybreak is filtered through the dark grey shade,
Casting iridescent rays that create a wondrous sight.
The bright stars fade,
And the sky is filled with a brilliant cascade.

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