I walk to the lake

Before others wake.

Not quite twilight,

The stars shine bright.

 

The moon is full,

Clear water is cool.

Under the big sky,

A swan swims by.

She’s an image of perfection,

Graceful even in her reflection.

 

Her head dips down,

To show her shimmering crown.

While she takes a drink,

I ponder and think.

Wide white wings reach out to the side,

Racing across the lake she prepares to glide.

 

Once in the air,

I can only stare.

Looking back at me,

She helps me to see.