Swan Lake

Beauty, elegance, pure, silent;

like a white cloud moving gently across a pure blue sky.

A prying eye watches from your worlds edge,

the Swan, who glides across the lake.

A motion of soundless elegance, and pure beauty,

so real, only Nature could be its architect

Your presence shown by the gentle, oscillations in the mirror, waves that reach the edge on which i stand.

Its as though the remnants of a pebble that was gently thrown, is still disturbing the surface held in tension.

Tenacious , you sit with the water, as u seamlessly glide.

A relationship that looks eternal.

The matte white of your surface cloaks the beautiful wings by which you fly,

you obtain the ability to glide, both water and sky.

Your image enters my pupil with ease,

its an image that to any one who observes, could only please,

an image that could stop the saddest eyes that cry.

You have no colour to distract from the perfection of your form,

you are just being your destined self, and achieve great splendour without even trying.

You are a privilege to be hold 
a gift for my eye , 

and the reason i admire and sigh