Regine's Käsikirja of Sonnets

The rain won't stop nor would the silence They rain together one falling other risingA weaving goes on in the air the throbbingThis textile of you goes on invisibly inwardIf you look inside this is the Temple of MayaThat resides in my La Casa Bianca welcome toThe Temple of Maya for here lit is the light of Your eyes Ihana that've hardly featured in sightFor here Ljubljana the shape is your soul's aloneAnd everything signs pines and sings your nameIn the air despairs may be but it is of living youHard tears the heart yet it finds you and your pulseAnd rhythm in the air the light the right the left andIn the word the lease the lock the open and the close