“Sonnet to woman”

Behold, eternal Muse
Thy beauty shy stars in gaze
The moon shifts out of phase
And the sun hides deep its bruise.

Thy glare is inspiration
Flooding artists’ earthly minds
And souls of angels blinds
Fuelling our imagination.

Disclose to us a kiss
Reveal thy inner goddess
Enlighten our holy flame.

Thy existence is bliss
Human and still flawless
‘Woman’ is thy real name.