I stood at bay—by dark waters.
A mermaid rose up from the sea.
She asked for springtime and white lotus.
I gave her a bird and a bee.
Each tide I came back—but not she.

Our boat
One boat—in it, just you and I.
In storm of world that’s going wry.
Hand in hand – hearts —we synchronize,
Our oars on water—break the ice!
You gave me rarest gift at sea—
A flower—for eternity.

Rites of life
Sweet youth! Sweet dreams!—the rite of spring.
I spent it all in a labyrinth
of life, with shadows and it’s hawks
who hunt, deceive, and take our hopes.
I spent it all – but I have learned:
The summer’s mine—it’s gold—it’s earned.

– Anna Silver

Author’s Note: This poem was inspired by an unsuccessful winter date in New York City.