Chunlou Yung

Brooklyn, NY, USA

Chunlou has been writing poetry since Summer 1995 when he was visiting Krakow. Born in China, he finished high school in Hong Kong. He received his Bachelor and Master degree in Statistics from NYU. He is currently an analyst (whatever it means) at a consulting firm in New York City.

Evening mood...

Moonlight, you spread your silvers onto us
And lead us to dreams by your soft whispers--
Unspoken whispers--that's heard by the hearts--
Poetic hearts--love-searching and tender.
And this park--now is empty and dreamy--
Even the night-roaming lovers have gone--
Only the late cold air left lulling me--
Was once filled with some sweetly chanted songs,
Sung into the heart of a sweet lover,
Whose skin pale as the silver light of Moon
And cold as the evening breeze of Winter,
Yet her heart warm and temper mild as June.
And now she is smiling down from Heaven
As I sing to her from our love's garden.

Evening wish...

Sleep, sleep, sweet baby, don't you need worries.
It is well with me--I listen to your pledge--
You said you could rest if I would not weep--
For you I wept, for you I stop my griefs...
I still remember how so happy you were
When you came home from work on that birthday eve
And found your favorite long-stemmed red roses
Were paved at your gate and all through the walkway
(The same roses now I plant at your resting place--
Which waver at night in the cold, silvery light).
How quick you, then, yielded to your instant tears--
How quicker can I now just do the likewise.
O, Sweet, while you were with me long before,
Would I have loved you even more and more!

Evening melody...

The night is dreary when you not near me.
The stars gain colder when you off afar.
The moon grew paler when I looked lately.
But your heart is chiller, for it beats no longer.
My Queen-Moon of the heart, my guiding Star,
You are my sweet memories from afar--
So sweet, so deep, it aches my heart, my soul,
For I cannot see you till I your sleep follow.
So, sleep deeply, sweet baby, sleep softly,
No man can now stir your eternal eve.
Dream, Darling, if you will--Rest, if you wish,
No man can now wake you from your eternal sleep.
And I myself shall wait here patiently
Till later life when love does mean Eternity.