Glance

A muse this day,
Did pass me by,
I stood within her gaze.
And from her way,
Did there fly,
A gorgeous song of praise.


An angel did sing,
On higher still,
I crept towards her in awe.
And from her wing,
Did I steal,
A feather out of law.

You may applaud,
For I am blessed,
The hero of my tribe.
No dear god
Could take my test,
And leave this world aside.

       -Donald Covin