Regine’s Kasikirja of Sonnets

The rain won't stop nor would the silence They rain together one falling other rising A weaving goes on in the air the throbbing This textile of you goes on invisibly inward If you look inside this is the Temple of Maya That resides in my La Casa Bianca welcome to The Temple of Maya for here lit is the light of Your eyes Ihana that've hardly featured in sight For here Ljubljana the shape is your soul's alone And everything signs pines and sings your name In the air despairs may be but it is of living you Hard tears the heart yet it finds you and your pulse And rhythm in the air the light the right the left and In the word the lease the lock the open and the close