The Vision

Sunlight is kissing the morning air

Bright coloured butterflies are on the wing

Quivering reeds by the waterside

Like a movement in a symphony of spring

I saw a vision of loveliness

As she passed by me I caught my breath

I looked at her in amazement

She was a picture of heaven

It will remain as a mystery

That magic moment haunts my memory

My heart was captured as she

Disappeared out of view

Then she was gone

Beautiful swan