The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out his hand.

She slowly swam up to him and looked into his eyes, she saw the Man he was inside his eyes, she saw his soul, inside this man was what she was looking for, what she was out here for, she nuzzled his hand with her beak and felt him stroke her head softly.

All else faded and the swan spread her beautiful wings, she seemed to the man who sat captivated by her, to grow before his eyes and he saw the glimpse of a woman, a shadow of a lady in the eyes of the swan, he slowly stood and for some strange reason stepped onto her wing and climbed onto her back.

She lifted up into the air as he held onto her regal neck, his spirit soared as she floated through the air with him.

Suddenly she seemed to glide though a thick fog his heart fluttered and seemed to stop, as if she felt him, she turned her head and her eyes seemed to smile right into his soul , he looked up as the fog cleared and there on the land was a woman, she sat waiting, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face, graceful and peaceful, and he knew without thinking she was his woman, the one he had loved in every life he had every lived.

The swan glided softly down and he gently climbed off her back, he walked slowly up to the woman and kneeling down he gently lifted her chin with his hand, her skin was soft and silky, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled into his, his heart contracted and he turned his head slowly to the swan who now lay dead on the beach, the woman lifted a hand and placed it over his, he turned back and again looked into the eyes of the swan, now his lady, his woman.