Sonnet #1
by Poet Vic


                She comes to me in phrases few and terse.
                A voice in letters there upon my screen,
                The Valkyrie, Diana, now my queen.
                And I a subject of her universe,
                Where women hold the reins with awesome power,
                While men like me whose strength was once supreme,
                Can only harken back as in a dream,
                Then looking forward, choose to fight or cower.
                And she a hidden goddess looking on
                At worlds that men were never meant to see.
                I feel somehow she's looking straight at me,
                And I return the gaze, but she is gone.
                Could I but lay my head upon her breast,
                No creature on this earth would feel so blessed.

                                          Poet Vic, March 23, 2000